"Not a problem, I'll handle the monster." Geralt said. "I'm a witcher," he added, stating the matter of fact. "Now where is the creature?"
"Just around that corner and down a ledge," the terrified peasant replied. "Hurry! Think of the children!"
"Down a what now?" Geralt asked, his face turning ashen.
"Down a ledge! About a three foot drop, the kids jump down there all the time! That's how this happened."
"Three foot?" Geralt echoed, fear clawing at his voice.
"Yes, three—is there a problem, witcher?"
"These children. You can have more, right?"