"I'm Geralt, a witcher," Geralt says. "This is my colleague, Lan Wangji."

"How cares?" asks the rude voice. "Go away!"

Geralt takes a deep breath, counting until he's sure he can refrain from blowing the door down with Aard. "Looking for a young woman," he grits out, aiming for patient and landing somewhere in the vicinity of exasperated. "Ashen hair, scar on her face. Will you let us in?"

There's a pause, as if the people inside are thinking, and then the voice sounds again. "No!"