[Jaskier had no idea what the things she was saying were, but he was definitely feeling a little overdressed and warm in his doublet, all of a sudden. Ohh, nothing could get his blood pumping better than a terrible, bloody battle (that he was not involved in at all!)

And not to mention that Gideon herself was, of course, a vision. A treasure, even, he'd say, with how rare it was that women would fight like that. It was why Calanthe had been -- well, the Lionness. How one could be confident her kingdom would never fall.]

I can only imagine. And how I wish I didn't have to.

[There may be a chance yet. To witness a grand battle. And yet... to be stuck right in the fucking middle of it, too.

Dragons are a much more fun topic.]

The last dragon I met [He's only met one, and prior to that meeting truly had believed they were a myth, but still...] looked as human as you or I. A lovely little old man, but one you'd never look twice at. I suspect the point was to look unremarkable in every way. [He grins. She sounds... exactly like he had, at the bottom of that mountain.] They are also that. And fire? Yes. [As far as Geralt told him, at least. And the dwarves. And anyone he could squeeze the story out of.] Kidnapping's more of a wyvern past-time. Or a cockatrice? I'm fairly sure they'd eat anyone. Are dragons a passion of yours, then? Or monsters in general?