"Not to worry," she says. "To be perfectly honest, even the witchers who raised me at Kaer Morhen, well..."

The thought makes her laugh. "They're a bit rough around the edges. They can take a little getting used to."

Her beer is gone; she pushes the mug aside and crosses both arms on the bartop to lean on them, looking at Lan Wangji with undisguised curiosity. "Traditional? Is that how the sects distinguish themselves? Some use traditional methods and others are more unorthodox?"