Hearing Nick's words, Kraun chuckled. "He doesn't seem very wealthy. He's quite miserly most of the time. I always imagined Transcendentalists would be rolling in gold."
Father shook his head. "How could that be?! It's true that Transcendentalists earn much more than ordinary people. But unless they have a valuable craft they can use to make things, they live on a very tight budget.
Transcendentalists in long-established organizations like the church and the Warlock Guild have it a little better. They still receive a fixed amount of supplies each month.
Once a fully fledged Witcher leaves Kaer Morhen, he has to support himself. He hunts monsters for Transcendental materials and, if he's lucky, gets a few bounties. They don't have any other source of income."
He paused and glanced at the sun beginning to set. "I'll go talk to Geralt. Eat dinner early, then go take the first watch. I'll relieve you at dawn."
"Wait," Kraun called after the departing Father. "I need to ask you a favor. I can't start my watch until after seven."
He pointed to himself and lowered his voice. "Between five and seven in the afternoon, I have a better chance of gaining a deeper understanding of True Meaning of Law. It's easier to sense the workings of the laws during that time."
He hadn't been wrong. Those hours were ideal for grinding his Golden Light Incantation, which Father understood as referring to the Law of Fire.
Nick raised an eyebrow slightly. "All right. I'll go keep an eye on things up front, then look for the Witcher tonight."
He readily agreed and turned to leave, resolving to spend more time studying the Bible of Flame during those hours himself.
Kraun took out a vial of Holy Water and tipped it back. Holy Water was