"Provided I find it before it finds someone. And have you ever actually seen a Koshchey? I have," though only once, and he wasn't the one doing the fighting, but he wasn't about to admit that, "They are huge. About as tall as these squat huts. Barring doors and windows doesn't stop it. But if you're determined to be killed then fine, whatever," he said, annoyed.

"Why would they care if you are a witcher? It's not like either one of us can control luck."

Gawel sighed and ran his hand through his hair, a habit he had when he was frustrated and trying not to show it (which, of course, led to him showing it quite clearly). "The same reason you will not be trusted. Magic. Black magic, more specifically, as far as they are concerned. They know the witchers use signs, though they aren't familiar with their use, and assume that the rest of our abilities come from magic as well. So of course we cheat using magic." It was all bollocks of course, witcher signs couldn't be used in that manner, if they could there would be no witchers, merely professional gamblers.