[T'was absolutely inevitable something would happen. Something always does. However, because that "something" did not involve Jaskier blowing up with chaos magic which will lead to the scapegoat murder of a (probably) innocent man, well. He can sort of enjoy the chaos.

And be nosy.]

I'm telling you, no one has gone into this room, and believe me, I would know. I've been trying to corner Firewing for an hour. Have you seen her? Gorgeous! The prettiest feathers I've ever seen.

[Suddenly, it might be difficult to tell if Jaskier means the woman or the bird...]

Can't you... I don't know. Kick a door down? Isn't that a Witcher thing?