Lambert glances up from the bomb he holds cradled in his palm, pursing his lips. As much as Rita had to think about ways to explain her world's magic and its workings to someone who'd never been there, Lambert had to think about how to explain things that he'd taken for granted people simply ... knew, even if it was a factually incorrect and twisted version of it.
"Depends how you define freedom," he says, finally. "First of all, there aren't all that many witchers around anymore. At least for the School of the Wolf -- the one where I trained -- new witchers haven't been made in forty, fifty years." He sets the bomb down, leaning his hip against the table and continuing.
"The first witchers were made about a thousand years ago -- no one really knows how it started, but we know mages had to be involved, because you need alchemy and magic to do it. At some point, that changed. Witchers went off to hole up in places where they couldn't be found, to keep making and training new witchers. They took all their secrets with 'em, too, so nobody else could do it after that. But people heard stories, and that was enough."
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"Depends how you define freedom," he says, finally. "First of all, there aren't all that many witchers around anymore. At least for the School of the Wolf -- the one where I trained -- new witchers haven't been made in forty, fifty years." He sets the bomb down, leaning his hip against the table and continuing.
"The first witchers were made about a thousand years ago -- no one really knows how it started, but we know mages had to be involved, because you need alchemy and magic to do it. At some point, that changed. Witchers went off to hole up in places where they couldn't be found, to keep making and training new witchers. They took all their secrets with 'em, too, so nobody else could do it after that. But people heard stories, and that was enough."