[ In the light of the fireball, the changes are pretty apparent. Lambert doesn't shy away from it, though his catlike eyes do contract at the sudden brightness. He isn't one to be bashful about being stared at -- with his eyes and his scars and just being a witcher in general, how can he be? -- but all the same ... it's usually strangers who do all the looking, and he can afford not to give a shit. ]

Yeah, well. [ He shrugs, affecting nonchalance. ] If you ever want to ask the Ringmaster to make you stronger, be careful how you say it.

[ It's an evasive answer, and he frowns at himself, hearing how it comes out more cagey than he intended. He'd had his reservations about accepting it, but he'd done it anyway -- might as well own it. ]

I'm the new Nightrider. [ His tail lashes once, then comes to coil loosely along the ground behind him. ]