His gaze lingers on Estinien, scrutinizing. He doesn't mind the elf; gruff demeanor aside, that he's let Estinien in at all says more than anything else. But he doesn't know him, and their last conversation hasn't led him to believe that Estinien is a man who compromises often. If at all.

"From Thorne?" He slides a filled tankard over. Food and drink in here aren't real, exactly, but since it's here and costs nothing—might as well. "Yes. From the Cities themselves? Fuck knows."

So far, they've been left alone. That's more than he expected, but he's wary. Each of them bear a connection to the Singularity. The one thing they want destroyed. Besides, he isn't interested in the Cities moving against Thorne, either. Not while Yennefer is there. He just wants to bide his time until they can figure out what in the hell to do. Solvunn had been too much of a risk to do so. Too unpredictable.