[Roach had found a thatch of delicious grass and is not expecting company. She lifts her head and nickers. Ears move and cock, listening to him speak. Once close enough, John gets a friendly headbutt to the chest.

At the little makeshift camp, Yen pulls back to look at him. Did he hit his head?]

My spells don't go wrong. The chaos opened and he fell out. That was not my bidding. [But never mind that she scrunches her eyes shut a second before speaking.]

Part Witcher? There aren't any parts. His eyes. His stature. He's a mage of some sort. Why are you saying this?