Make all the assurances you like, dear apprentice, because Jaskier still keeps his eyes firmly on the badger until it's toddled away far enough to put some distance between them. At least his own creatures have enough wit to not pester the beast, and they respect any guest Jaskier's welcomed onto his domain. Though he does see Moglad float down from the tree and with a curious kupo? try to seat himself on the saddle of the badger.

Ah. Well. Moglad often learns from hard lessons.

Jaskier turns his attention back to Mat, giving him a clap on the back as he invites him into the grand staircase of the tree. "If you play well enough, you can convince anyone that you are, indeed, a lord. In time." He laughs. "Keep in mind I feel the same. I've tutored often enough at my university, but I have missed having a dedicated pupil now that my last has... found other pursuits." Moglad is a dark knight now, whatever that means, but Jaskier can't complain because the moogle can still play a mean jig when he's in the mood. "Now, come upstairs and we'll get comfortable. I have a room set out for music already."

So he leads him up the stairwell as all matters of creatures flow through the air -- his bejeweled bees buzz up the spiral, and butterflies flutter through room to room, where patches of flowers appear to grow out of the very walls for them to drink from. On one of the middle levels is a room that opens out impossibly, half-roofed and half on a balcony that overhangs an enormous branch, with doors that can be slid closed between to keep the sound in. All along the walls are hanging instruments, with various drums tucked into the corner, and a stand with several different flutes. A violin stands on a windowsill, and all around the room are both messy and cleanly written musical notations. "Now, I believe we can start with a few interesting instruments. I am quite partial to the lute, so I did want to begin on strings." He pulls a long-necked theorbo from where it hangs. "What do you think? Too ostentatious?"