True enough. It is universal that the arts should always be pushed to the side in favor of other matters.

[Like war. If the Free Cities are to have one of the most impressive militaries without magic, he can only imagine the amount of funds that are being funneled into it. Enough, apparently, that they have begun summoning and providing temporary housing for more of them.

Without a way to stop it, if anyone has tried.

Other fish to fry, and all that. Jaskier, for the moment, prefers his catch to be quite a bit smaller than tackling... gods. Whatever that all is. He idly strums his lute as he begins taking another walk around, nearly tripping over Mog who has decided to chase dust motes through the air with little leaps. Mog is adorable, but a truly pathetic jumper. (Jaskier keeps this to himself.)] Not very long at all. I'm very used to doing things on a strict schedule. This is certainly a bit different, considering my limited resources, but... a fortnight for something rather good, three weeks for something magnificent. After this, I think, I'm off to hire a band.