As soon as Rita points out the Scribe and Curator, Lambert picks up the pace. She’s leading, but he won’t be far behind, and he’s there just in time to hear ... that.

Rita beats Lambert to the punch, saying exactly the words that came to his mind. That doesn’t stop the witcher from scowling, though, lips peeling back from his teeth in a snarl that’s more beastlike than a man’s, glancing over at 9S.

“Nines, record this,” he orders shortly, before he steps up beside Rita, addressing the Curator. “Fae from the Summer and Winter Courts have come into your library and attacked our people. Did you know anything about this?”