Oh, no, of course not. It just seems most of Cadens was quite aware of Viktor's swiftly approaching death beyond me. [He's only slightly annoyed by the whole thing, even if Jaskier can recognize he has nothing to truly offer when such a concern was... concerning.

It seems such a small thing now that this whole -- fuck, no offense to Viktor. Jaskier would not be even partway to where he is now without his genius.]

I'm not about to share your secrets. I promise. Especially if we can use it to help. [And if he can get a few for himself. Or not for -- for Geralt. Ciri.

He almost smiles.] Well. Maybe it was made of crystals. I forgot, it was... near when we first came here. When my arm was almost blown off. I was very bad with magic then.