“He didn’t,” Lambert echoes, then more indignantly, “That asshole. He knew exactly what he was asking for!”

No, Syrlya probably has no idea what he’s going on about, but Lambert can probably clarify if he asks. In lieu of that, the witcher drags his hand over his face.

“He put that thing in one of his damn mirrors. If we could destroy it, it shouldn’t be a problem.”