“You know I meant well, Geralt,” Joachim said reassuringly. “I can pay back the debt eventually of course, in say, ten years. But then some nonsense crisis or other is going to require me to come back, cap in hand, begging ‘Please sir, can I have some more?’” Joachim clasped his claws together and made a gesture reminiscent of an urchin begging for more soup. Stormglare chuckled.