"Once or twice a year? Gods, my man. You were out in the middle of fucking nowhere." It sort of spills out in that thoughtless way of Jaskier's, and it's clear he's rather surprised -- if only because those without further exposure often do not have much talent themselves.

And because Jaskier traveled himself to some boring, out of the way places. Some nearly dead places, spotted only with one or two farmers and their broods. But still, he visited, cycling through if it was worth his time. Especially when he was younger.

Mat is a rough rock, to be sure. He can be polished over time. But it is that enthusiasm of his, if he can keep it, that will make the journey easier.

Jaskier stands back, watching him with the theorbo. There certainly seems to be interest there, even if Mat's already brought up its drawbacks. A farmer -- well, he would guess only from his wild, unkept hair. Thorne does spend some expenses providing its people some lovely perks.

"Magic lessons? With one of the mentors in the castle? Good. It's a good point to start from, if you're already in some sort of studies. I will say, especially in Thorne, the use of magic during performances was also very well received."