The witcher shakes his head. "It was a good trial run," he says, gruff, and looks up at one of the stone pillars where a dwarf is excitedly waving his arms. "Men! Hah! Am I ever pleased to see you!" he calls.

"We talked to your friends," Geralt tells him. "Come down."

"Right! I'm comin'." The dwarf bustles over to the edge of the rock and begins seeking a handhold. "You lucky devil, you," he compliments himself. Apparently in a chatty mood, he keeps talking as he begins the climb down. "You know, I've one regret. That – ah, ah, ahhh – !"

One slip of a foot, and his shriek follows him as he plummets to the ground.