"I'm going to be completely transparent with you; I have no idea what anything you just said means." Geralt stated with eyes half glazed over.
"It means no one can or will find out what I've done or even that I have complete control of everything pertaining to this condo." Scoffing loudly since he had apparently wasted his time explaining things in technical terms to Geralt, Cynrik started pulling out multiple sheets of thin metallic alloy.
Next, he would stack the sheets in groups of 10 before bringing out another wave until the entire den was filled to the brim with these metal sheets.
"And those are for?" Standing up, walking over, and picking up one of the sheets, Geralt tapped his knuckles on the cold, 4-meter-tall sheet producing a low-pitched *THUNK* sound before returning the sheet metal to its stack.