Two men appear to be having a conversation on a bench in a city square. One would hand the other a flyer of the bounty.
"600 minas alive. 300 dead." he clears his throat.
The other man, a witcher, after skimming through the contents of the bounty, leans in and says, "Say, I haven't much experience trackin' 'umans, but uh, I'll keep an eye out. I planned on heading down there myself anyways." in a raspy voice.