[He was not quite prepared for the face of the beast once he's turned around. Despite his drunken state, Jaskier is still smart enough to take a step backwards.

Oh. Eesh. That's -- one of those faces only a mother could love sort of thing. Well. He tilts his head, squinting. Maybe with more hair... a less jaundice-inspired skin tone... and if he was very, very drunk, which he is. A bag over his head. A lot of arms could certainly -- why does anyone need four arms, really, come to think of it? That's far too many. Maybe three, tops.]

That was what we call a rhetorical question, but. Noted. Born in a cave. Thank you. [As to what a Shokan is, he's fairly sure he doesn't need to ask. A troll with four arms. Simple.]

Ah, look, I appreciate the advice, my many-armed-friend, but not all of us are lazy mages, and I like doing things the hard way. Which includes cleaning up messes, which, by the way, were not there about five seconds ago. Look, I don't mind you running through my stock, but show a little respect.