[ What happens to be closest to hand is the copy of ‘The Many Wives of Vinculus’ Lambert bargained the Curator for, so ... yeah, it’s ridiculous. The witcher’s expression of naked relief at seeing Childermass up and about — sure, he’d heard him on the radio, but it’s not the same — is quickly replaced by an embarrassed scowl at the first words out of the his mouth. ]

First of all, it was not a flaming sword. [ He grumbles, stopping by the table to unbuckle the various belts holding on his sword and shield and the rest of his witcher’s kit ... as well as the borrowed belt, which he’d simply fastened over his own waist. ]

And no matter what the Scribe says, it’s not as easy as just wishing something there.