Veska turned quickly toward the direction Karska was pointing.
"Among the crowd?" she asked.
Karska shook his head slowly.
"No. The flow is heading toward the duel arena."
Veska fell silent for a moment.
Then her brows lifted.
"…Does that mean Young Master Voss?"
Karska frowned.
"Possibly. Based on what I've heard—"
"NOOO!"
A small voice cut in sharply.
Anya peeked out from behind Geralt's legs, clenching her tiny fists.
"Young Master is not an evil man!" she blurted out. "He just evil face!"
Karska and Veska exchanged looks.
Confused.
Geralt let out a short breath, then spoke calmly.
"I believe that too. Young Master wouldn't commit a crime—he's always out in the fields."
He paused briefly.
"Though… he is a genius alchemist."
Karska turned sharply.
"An alchemist?"
Geralt added nothing.
Karska clicked his tongue softly.
"Enough. This conversation isn't productive."
He stepped back.
"Veska. I'll take the high ground."
