Julian Alfred Pankratz, in fact. [He corrects immediately, though he knows if she decides to call him something like "Sir Pankratz," he may expire on the spot, even in the Horizon. In that case, one can only hope that means he dies in his own real world simultaneously.

He begins to hop back up on his wagon, which appears to lower just enough for the whole jump to be more of a flourish.] And you, my dear, are the great and powerful Yennefer of Vengerberg.

[He pats the seat beside him. Perhaps it shows in how easily the wolf climbs onto the wagon that he is more than used to it, ducking through the small doorway into the wagon to curl up on the same blanket the wolf had when it was him and the bard alone. And then Jaskier hangs off the side, offering a hand down to Yennefer to help her up, his fingers glittering with rings. What he can't afford in their reality he more than makes up for here. His fingers twitch at the sight of her smile, and the moment he realizes that, in this moment, it must be genuine.] Tell me, who brought you here? Do you recall?