What? They must be rather lazy bards! [Jaskier also glosses over the words "my world" which is horrifying and also involves too much theoretical thinking he learned in university he simply prefers to ignore right now. This is a lovely little festival, and not the battlegrounds of the Continent's lead minds, who will debate on the aftershocks of the Conjunction for years, if one lets them.

The Conjunction. This is simply -- another one. This whole. Thing. A meeting of worlds. Magic smashing them together into one mushy paste.

One of his strings twangs.] Well, of course. I didn't lose them on the trip here. Are you particularly interested in music? [He smiles, tilting his head. Curious.] Perhaps a budding poet?