So you are. [ Caster grins widely, the bold claim is a good claim. He uncorks another bottle, inspects the content— another enchantment and this seems even worse. Putting the bottle on the table he pushes it to Geralt, so the Witcher can check it for himself. ] Someday surely, but right now, I want my money back.

[ And maybe do some cleaning in the house along the way. When the words gets out that you might get paralyzed and robbed by drinking in a tavern it's very bad for business. Caster turns his head slightly to confirm if whom he suspects is still there ]

The eyepatch guy in that game corner? He's the one who sold me this "good stock" even though I'm just a Mirrorbound. [ Or maybe precisely because they are such? ]