"He mentioned a friend moving from Solvunn." His amusement matches hers—because yeah. He's met Jesper a few times and the boy almost never shuts up. Reminds him of someone else he knows.

Really, it's a wonder Jesper hasn't tripped into trouble yet, but Geralt managed to convince him to stay in the city, at least. For now. And he knows Sam's keeping an eye on Jesper.

He nods. "Geralt. We spoke. About the old gods."

Oliver, specifically. It was some time ago. Nice to put a face to the name, though.