[ It's a conversation that shifts like choppy ocean waters, something that Geralt has come to associate with Lambert. An effort to navigate but, usually, not a catastrophe. He'll just never have smooth sailing. Sometimes he has patience for that, sometimes he doesn't.

Hovering somewhere on the edge between, tonight. ]

You know, someday all the monsters and Elder races will be gone, but the djinn will remain. Just them and humans with no idea how to wrangle them.