It will. It's just a matter of time. [ Lambert says, seriously. No comment on not taking the carnival seriously -- he can't say he wasn't similar, but experiencing hell so shortly after joining made certain dangers up front and present in a way nothing else was. ]

It's obvious we can't match them for power. [ His lip twists in displeasure, but that's not even a thing that he's a stranger to. Witchers are always outmatched in one form or another, in brute strength or magical force, so all they've got is cunning, and wits. ]

But I'm no strategist either. [ He exhales, tipping his head back against the couch. It's frustrating, coming up against his own limitations, when for once he wants to push beyond them. ] That's part of why Strange gave me those books.