[Lambert settles in near the fire, both to keep the human warm and to keep himself warm. He's always hated the cold. Geralt seems preoccupied enough with the game Aiden has offered that Lambert feels he can be candid with the bard. He watches him get ready to write, thinking over how he wants to tell.]

So, we teamed up to take down that ogre in Ellander, yeah? And got paid and went to the tavern and...he was just so interesting, I couldn't help but follow after him to learn more. Didn't hurt that he's so pretty, but it was his personality that made me want to know more about him. The old man and my brothers always told me Cats were trouble, that they couldn't be trusted, they were all treacherous and ill-intentioned, but...Well, look at him. [He gestures to where Aiden is sitting, shuffling through his cards and smiling like he's about to play a game with an old friend.] He's a good man. Saved my ass more than I can count, too. Taking him to bed was inevitable~

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More interesting? A wager, you mean? [Aiden has a couple of bottles of exotic wine from Ofir, he thinks he could part with one or two if he loses.] Sure.

[He's also trying not to listen in to the conversation nearby, but eavesdropping is akin to breathing for the Cat witcher. Hypervigilance is what has kept him alive this long. He smiles to himself as he pulls out his wine to set aside.] Will this do?