Istredd is aware that Jaskier likes transforming into a bird in the Horizon as the first time they met in here he did that, so he isn't surprised when he swoops in, carrying a pastry with him. He smiles with genuine warmth when the bird speaks. "Consider this room the equivalent of the most secure magical mental vault one could buy, Jaskier."

Only in this situation, it's made. Istredd has it locked even to the people who usually are given permission to be in here. He agreed to this meeting since he knows Geralt means it when he does these things. He sits on the edge of his desk, knowing Thancred's coming in before he appears, since really this entire domain is linked to his mind.

"Sam Wilson, and then we're all here." He glances at Geralt as if to say 'right' because he does have to keep the door open to only Sam now.