Kid Jaskier, reading from a story book at the table: Here's one about a werewolf, whose eyes turn red as they gut you!
Viscountess De Lettenhove, unamused: Upon my soul, aren't children educated nowadays.
Kid Jaskier: I'm afraid I'm not learned at all mother, but I do know a thing or two about monsters. My unfulfilled ambition is to write a great ballad, in three parts, about my adventures.
Viscountess De Lettenhove: What adventures?
Kid Jaskier:...I've yet to have them. But they shall be perfectly thrilling!












