"All part of being trained to be a witcher," Lambert shrugged. As spells go, the signs he knows were simple enough that any magician with enough experience would scoff at them, but they do the job they're supposed to.

In any case, with them back among the tents and trailers, Lambert didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, cold or no cold. He wiggled his fingers at her lazily, clucking at his Mudbray. "Guess this is where we say goodbye. C'mon, Pig."