Bah, I never got the chance to talk to the wraith

When I blundered around that corner one night, there was a beastie up in that corner as well as the wraith. So out comes the sword and off I go, but one of those annoying upstart Order fellows had foolishly followed me. He was annoying because he thought he might have a poke at the ghoul too. Well, hmph, but
I'm the monster slayer here, buddy!So I press my advantage and start whaling on this ghoul. Unfortunately for wraithy, his curiosity got the better of him and he thought he'd poke his nose at the fray to get a better look. Well, my sword must have clipped his nose, because he changed from blue to red and started whaling on me. And with that sudden and not entirely undeserved change of heart, I forfeited my chance at speaking with him

Ghoul and wraith with nothing but a useless Order footsie on my side who seemed to harbour a suicidal tendency to try to get in the way of a witcher's blade. A witcher needs a drink after a night like that!
