"Let's get back to the hut," Geralt tells him. "We'll protect you along the way."

The dwarf brightens and pushes to his feet. "Shame about Ferenc," he observes. "But what can ye do? Come on. But I should warn you, I suffer from narcolepsy... ooh – "

He sways on his feet and Geralt sighs. "I know what it means. Don't worry, we'll keep you awake."

The dwarf yawns, jaw-crackingly wide, and moves toward the ladder. "Off we go, then."