[If there ever was a siren call in the world -- nay, in the universe! -- to Jaskier, it is a beautiful lady looking at something in a market longingly. This is how tales are spun, how great romances begin. How the mere moments before one is torn in half or granted even a parcel of attention to bless one's day are so filled with possibility!

The man that comes seemingly from nowhere at Jill's side is richly dressed in a red coat embroidered with phoenix feathers, flames at the end of his sleeves, and rings on every other finger. Pushy shop owners? Say no more. The face the merchant makes when Jaskier appears is the same as if a bag of coin had just dropped into their lap.]

Would you like it? A lady should never be without her gems, even if they cannot hope to match the caliber of your charms.