[ A very funny jest, that first one: skeletons in closets are the best breeding grounds for curses and wraiths, Geralt doesn't say, turning his gaze to their surroundings to mask the way his jaw tightens. It could be almost anything, at this point — a garden-variety monster, a voidkin, a very creative servant with a chip on his shoulder — but a so-called noble house is a hundred times more likely than most to attract something like a curse. ]

Works perfectly.

[ There's no sarcasm in it; it's flat and factual. He turns back to Sleipnir, watching him. ]

If it's something that can be heard at night, then the closer I am to its hunting grounds, the better the chances I'll be able to keep it from killing anyone else.