When you were hungry enough, anything that filled your stomach tasted like the best food in the world.
Druin used half a fruit shell as a bowl and served Geralt some soup, along with two wild fruits, one red and one green. They gleamed invitingly in the firelight.
Geralt stared at Druin.
He took neither the vegetable soup nor the fruit.
"Uh... it's just ordinary soup and wild fruit. If you don't want any, that's fine." Looking awkward, Druin turned to leave.
"Wait." Geralt pointed to one of the fruits. "Eat it."
The others sensed something was wrong and turned their attention to them.
The other two members of the Outdoor Rescue Expert Team came over.
"What's going on?" one asked.
"This gentleman thinks there's something wrong with the fruit..." Druin said helplessly.
He looked terribly hurt.
Without another word, the man who had asked picked up a fruit, took a huge bite, and chewed.
He was proving his innocence with his actions.
The fruit was small. He finished it in three bites, then looked at Geralt, his eyes full of sorrow at being doubted.
Now the others thought Geralt had gone too far as well.
Geralt's expression did not change.
Druin picked up the remaining fruit, ready to eat it.
Geralt picked up the Demon Hunter Gun, opened it, worked the lever, and chambered a round.
He aimed the muzzle at Druin.
"Give him that one too," Geralt said.
All three members of the Outdoor Rescue Expert Team turned pale.
When they hesitated, Geralt sneered. "Eat the fruit or eat a bullet. Decide quickly. On three. One, two..."
The man picked up the fruit and ate it bite by bite.
His earlier bravado was gone.
"What kind of poison?" Geralt asked.
By then, Druin understood. They had run into