[ ...How very efficient. Sleipnir finds himself vaguely amused. Where the others they hired to confront this problem had seemed stymied by the mere prospect of revealing an invisible foe, this Geralt seems to already be devising a plan. It feels — ah, what is the feeling? It feels rather like hiring an exterminator of rats. ]

But of course. You will not find any door in the fortress locked, save those barring the entrances to Barnabas's office and my quarters.

[ He really does turn his head this time, angling a catlike smile over his shoulder in Geralt's direction. Is he impressed? No; he'll be impressed when this witcher secures results. But he likes the attitude. The act. ]

Your respect towards our privacy is much appreciated, Master Geralt. The skeletons in my closet express their utmost gratitude for your discretion.

[ Surely he jests, but Sleipnir does look awfully like a man who might have skeletons in his closet, at least in the flickering torchlights. ]

Ah, yes... I believe you will be staying for some time? Will it be... distasteful, I wonder, to have you in poor Alfr's quarters for now? We've not seen hide or hair of the beast since his body was cleared from the room, and he was our cousin. I thought his space might be more comfortable than the stables.

[ ...And surely he jests about making Geralt sleep in the stables, but. ]