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"Somewhere in there. I dunno how old I was when I was brought to the witchers. That's nothing, the witcher who raised me and my brothers is at least double that, if not a little more." He laughs. "I mean, that's nothing compared to the elves. Or the dwarves, even. I don't know how many of us usually make it to be as old as my teacher. There's a whole generation of witchers after me that didn't. My younger brother is the only one in his class to make it this far." He cuts himself off and shakes his head. "Sorry, I'm running my mouth, huh?" He turns his attention back to the horse, who has taken a few tentative steps towards them, nostrils flared and ears pricked forward, clearly curious. "There you go. I'm not so scary, I promise."