[ He's yet to achieve his full transformation -- another month or so and there might be a full-sized dragon to worry about. He stretches his wings out for a moment before stepping out of the alcove. ]

Have you found out anything else aside from the short memory of this city? Or spoken to anyone else about what they might know?

[ This...is not really his area of expertise. Information gathering is well beyond what a Berserker is normally tasked with -- Assassins are far better suited for that task. But hey, he's trying. This situation is actually something he cares about for once; caring about anything is a new experience for him. Geralt is willing to share information, so he'll take what he can get. ]

I know nothing, so I can't offer you anything I might know in return. Anything else you might want, I can offer that.