Being more circumspect about his personal belongings probably isn't a terrible idea, in all honestly. Witchers like Lambert don't tend to to stand on propriety. Though when Childermass brings up the necklace, Lambert's actually going to look over his shoulder in mild perplexment.

"What necklace?" That's right, Childermass, he's straight up forgotten that he lifted it off him, and he pauses to walk his memory back to figure out what he's talking about. He remembers most of that time, even halfway to being blind drunk, but specific memories are hard to pull up... though when he recalls the right one, he barks a laugh, tugging the cleaned fish out of the water.

"I don't have it," he shrugs. "Not right now, anyway. When we got kicked out of the party, it tossed a bunch of my stuff with us. It's probably still there."

In the pocket of Lambert's pants, a pile of clothing that's been sitting ignored in a corner of his trailer for ... how long now?

"You can have it back when I do the laundry." What use has he got for something like that, anyway? "Need it to cheat at drinking again?"