The only islanders Lambert knows of are headstrong, quick-tempered, and fond of their drink -- so it's a bit odd to be thinking of Childermass as one, even if he logically knows there's no reason to expect islands from different worlds to have anything in common. What the hell is a parliament though… it sounds suspiciously bureaucratic.

In any case, that's more of a loaded question than Childermass probably realizes. Lambert pauses to consider the question, sipping from his drink in the meantime, before he finally puts it down to speak.

"Don't really have a place to call one," he answers. Kaer Morhen doesn't count, he figures. And the village he grew up in ... he can't even remember its name, though he can remember the fury on his father's face. "Once you're on the Path, you're on it for life. No Witcher's ever died in his bed."