Madanach's guard. Big, even for an Orc. Heard he ripped a man's arm off and beat him to death with it. He's old-fashioned like that.

Stairs too high, chairs too narrow, tankards too small. And the wenches're too bleedin' large.

I, uh… Bastien was big, broad-shouldered. This one seems smaller. But maybe it's the fire did that…

He appeared shortly after master Tyen'sail took me on as his apprentice. I remember the bear head medallion that hung from his neck, I remember a towering witcher who haggled like a fishwife.