"Pretty sure there's plenty you could do about it," the witcher drawls, reaching out to accept the heavy bag of coin. "Starting with not hiring me to begin with. You wouldn't be the first royal to drive a witcher from their castle grounds."

He adds a rune to the bag – a clever thing from a sorceress of his acquaintance, a small charm that simply negates the weight of a small object. The bag instantly feels lighter, and he adds it to Roach's saddle, then gives her a skeptical glance. "Dunno about anonymous, but we're pretty likely to call attention to ourselves. You are, at least. Not many women in the world with looks like yours."