I've very little interest in a broken wrist, so I'm afraid I'll have to pass.

[ That, at least, is likely less of a surprise. Childermass isn't weak by any means but he's not that, whatever the hell a witcher is. Now that the crowd is dispersing, he'll walk closer to the table and raise his eyebrows a hint as he looks down at Lambert. That tired look isn't too far off from his own...

But he won't mention it. He just shrugs. ]

And I felt like being contrary today.

[ And so here he is. ]