[After several lively jigs and a ballad that tells of a great monster hunter and conveniently mentions no name, Jaskier has a tickle in his throat. He takes a seat on the bench with a flop, throwing his legs out in front of him with his lute cradled on his lap.]
Whew! The sun sure beats hard after a bit, doesn't it?
[He plucks a drink from a passing tray with pretty much no regard if he needed to pay or not. He's the entertainment! Of course he doesn't pay.] Enjoying the entertainment, are we?
[He assumes, of course, Jon must be so close to listen to him. Specifically.]
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Whew! The sun sure beats hard after a bit, doesn't it?
[He plucks a drink from a passing tray with pretty much no regard if he needed to pay or not. He's the entertainment! Of course he doesn't pay.] Enjoying the entertainment, are we?
[He assumes, of course, Jon must be so close to listen to him. Specifically.]