[ The bear is, in fact, slightly more distracting than he'd thought. He'd assumed it was another Turnskin, but the fact that it gets a pets on the head as if it were a household dog suggests something else.

Geralt looks back. ] Meteorite core. It's not for common use. [ Like most of the weapons he owns, silver or not, meteoric iron sits beneath. There's a brief pause as he considers how much he wants to explain. ] It only needs enough silver layered for contact. [ Speaking of the blade. He gestures with his thumb and forefinger. ] About six inches.

[ Short, so Jaskier can keep it concealed on him. He's requested a dagger for a reason: it's easier to stab and ideally, Jaskier will sink it into something (hopefully not Geralt) and flee.

Or more ideal: it never gets used at all. But, well. ]

Do what you need to. I'll pay, as long as it gets done.