The soft breath tickling the hairs on the back of his neck pulls the tiniest gasp out of Lambert. He shifts a little to get more comfortable.

"Do I have to ask? Was kinda planning to just show up with him next year. It'll save me an argument with the old man this year, 'cause you know he's gonna say no." And then, because he likes making his brother laugh, he adopts the voice he uses to mock their mentor. "Witchers from the Cat School cannot be trusted! They are all...scoundrels and ne'er-do-wells!"