I won’t be eating too lavishly. I don’t have a surplus of coin, and I don’t expect to come into much more once the people running this place find out I’ve no interest nor intention of playing owner to some poor sod. I’ve developed too many scruples in my old age. [This might come off as an odd statement given that he looks like someone in his thirties.

But he’ll take advantage of the food while he can, as he always does when given opportunity to indulge in things afforded only to the affluent. The free food you can get around here isn’t anything to turn your nose up at, anyway. Nothing anywhere near as lavish at this, but it’s not rotting, covered in filth, or so bony that you have to tear and grind, and that’s a step up from some of the meals Geralt has had to survive on.]

With that in mind, you might want to squeeze me for more drink later. [Which is to say, spend some time with him. He likes the company.]