"Geeraalt?!"
Slowly but surely, the witcher lost patience with his inquisitive companion.
He stopped, turned halfway to Jaskier, crossed his arms in front of his chest and eyed Jaskier with tight lips and lifted brows.
"Oohh!" The bard new that look. "Just one more question!"
"What?"
"Eerh, the smith ... he seemed happy to see you ... did he have a contract for you back then?"
"Yes."
"Eerh, die smith's wife .. she didn't seem happy to see you .. did she have a contract for you back then?"
"Yes."
"Aahhaa ... so, what happened? Tell me, what did you do?"
"I decided."