"Aren't you interested at all?" The bard trotted next to the witcher, marching back to Murky Waters with long strides.
"What shall interest me?"
"Well, the thing with the Griggs and the cat harness and why and at all ..."
"No."
"But, Geralt!" Jaskier stopped, agitated. "Is it compatible with the honour of a witcher to not know something about a monster?"
"Which monster? I thought you deemed the Griggs cute."
"Well, yes, but you looked at them very suspiciously. As if they were dangerous."
"They are magic."
"Aha, well, well, you do know something!"
"Naturally."
"What?"
"Naturally, they are magic."
"Huh?"
"Jaskier!" The witcher had stopped enervated and eyed his fellow punitively. "Naturally they are magic, for how else should they be able to break those huge boulders out of the bridge night after night?"
"Oh." The bard looked baffled. "I didn't think of that."
"I recognised as much." Geralt moved on calmly.
"Geralt?!" The young troubadour hurried to his side.
"Hhmm ...?"
"Where was the treasure hidden?"
"In a vault."
"Oohh ... that sounds creepy!"
"Rather deadly."
"Oooh," Jaskier breathed, eyes wide. "Was it that dangerous for you?"
"Rather for the others."