[It's for the best that Jaskier terminates beating around the bush with his frankness, since his responses have more or less the same effect on her as hers do him. Every answer only raises more questions, and it's time that they be clear instead of coy.]

The barracks in a military outpost north of here, a few hours' ride by caravan. There are several of us who were summoned over the course of the past couple of weeks, best as I can tell, by a female mage at the behest of Prime Minister Marlo Reiner. There wasn't an older man present, best that I could tell.

[Given, she was half dead and half drowned when they pulled her out, so it's possible that she missed something. But the way Jaskier asks it, she suspects this gentleman would have been front and center.

The Prime Minister, it seems, isn't the only one dragging people through the proverbial (literal?) veil.]

Who was it that brought you here, Jaskier?