[ That Lambert's been at this all night is a skeptical claim to Childermass but he's not the one making it himself, so, perhaps more believable. He takes in the general banter among the tavern-goers, the bartender yelling at him, and comes away with the general idea that the witcher works here regularly enough for everyone to know him.
It means he's definitely the outsider here right now but, as usual, Childermass isn't about to let that bother him. Instead, he'll just linger where he took up watching from while the other patrons depart and the faun grumbles and cusses under his breath before getting up to leave.
Only once it's a tiny bit quieter — it's a tavern, so actual quiet is impossible — will he speak up. ]
I suppose this means your muscles are more than just for looks after all.
[ Which is a joke in itself, considering Lambert isn't exactly an adonis amongst men to begin with here. ]
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It means he's definitely the outsider here right now but, as usual, Childermass isn't about to let that bother him. Instead, he'll just linger where he took up watching from while the other patrons depart and the faun grumbles and cusses under his breath before getting up to leave.
Only once it's a tiny bit quieter — it's a tavern, so actual quiet is impossible — will he speak up. ]
I suppose this means your muscles are more than just for looks after all.
[ Which is a joke in itself, considering Lambert isn't exactly an adonis amongst men to begin with here. ]