Silver for monsters and steel for men , isn't that what you were always told ? Funny, they both bleed the same either way . A WITCHER made , though it's assassinations and whore houses you find your coin in most days , the little hermaphrodite freak . Sold off to the only school that would take you, half elf. Knife eared with a tongue to match, your reputation precedes your silent gait, the blood dancer , your hair the color of the crimson liquid that paints the ground where you've walked , a pile of bodies in your wake , and many more soon to join the growing masses .