Duncan watched, bemused, as the child pawed through his things with small quick hands. "Swords? I have one, hanging, in my den. More so because I am a history enthusiast than a fighting enthusiast."
Tad was already moving on however, and was now thumbing through a paperback. "Golems?" Duncan echoed again, moving lightly toward the opposite corner. "I may have a book in which they speak of golems, why?" He eased himself against a book shelf and started scanning.
"As to your original purpose, I'd love to have hot chocolate with Ciri and you. I was just cleaning up when you came."