Until then, however, there will be two sets of Stranges and Lamberts wandering around.

Another Lambert is looking far more content with the state of his life, even if his face has lost a little bit of its usual animation. It’s contentment, plain and simple, a rare expression on the witcher — considering he has little cause to experience it. Even more unusually, he’s spending an inordinate amount of time perusing one of the chalkboard menus advertising spa services.

It’s by chance that he looks up at the right time, or he might have missed it completely. When he catches sight of Strange storming up the street, he can’t help a quick flash of a grin, raising a hand to wave the magician down.

“Just the man I wanted to see,” he calls. “What’s got you in such a hurry?”