[ The question catches Lambert a bit by surprise -- perhaps because of its directness. While he's certainly revealed information about himself through casually mentioning the other witchers, or answering more general inquiries about his world, it's not often he tends to hear anything along the lines of tell me about yourself.

He mulls over the question, pouring a generous measure of White Gull for himself before he swaps it for the wine bottle to top up his mug. Most of his contracts aren't really the stuff of stories -- just a lot of slogging around in the dirt and muck, cold and hungry, meditating until midnight for the damn ghost to show up. ]

I've got a few I could tell. [ He says, finally, with a slight smirk. ] But I'm warning you, they're not exactly the stuff of fairy tales. Take your pick: do you want to hear about a wraith, a griffin, or a siren?