[Oh, great. He already sounds annoyed. Or at least to him, because -- look, he hadn't deserved what he'd heard, all right? And he was a bit teed off, having missed the story of a lifetime. Dragons.

None of that really mattered right now, though, did it?]

Wait, that thing --

[He watches Geralt, the White Wolf, the Butcher of Blaviken, just. Pick it up. Like it was nothing. And the little blighter thought it was so clever, thanking him. Rolling away like a... thing... that rolls. A little metal thing.] What? [He glances up, distracted. Was everyone just used to little metallic talking things? Was he the one behind the times?] They certainly tried to offer me one.

[He definitely took it.]

I should just... get back to it. I'm sure Mr. Witcher over here has everything all figured out already.