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[borntobebard]

[ Having gained some confidence with this fancy tech over the week, Jaskier’s content enough to finally present his baby face to his adoring public, casual in his old school medieval shirt, unlaced to show part of his chest like the total hunk he believes himself to be. He begins with a soft throat clear, his voice carrying like a theatre performer, each word animated. ]

Greetings citizens of Maurtia Falls and beyond! It is I, Jaskier, your beloved bard, here to fill your undoubtedly mundane and murky lives with my brilliant light!

[ A perfect way to introduce himself is to neg everyone listening, right? ]

I seek heroes!

Yes, yes, each and every one of us has been granted such a title, but I require only the best, only the truly worthy among you to share my blessed company. In return, I promise authentic retellings of your adventures to all those that would listen. Stories to make a man weep, songs to get the crowds rejoicing, and poems so passionate that maidens will be lifting their petticoats at the mere mention of your name.

I will consider each applicant in a timely and fair manner, although a drink and some coin as cajolery wouldn’t go amiss.

[ A pause before he quickly admits: ] Bribes. I take bribes.

Thank you, and good day!

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[borntobebard]

[ He's only just started to grasp what cars even are. Car wrecks are something he'll undoubtedly find out about in time. ]

Music, mostly. And poetry, writing, reading, fucking and drinking. All the important hobbies. And yourself?

[sidearmed]

A little writing. [ Although probably not the kind Jaskier means. ] It helps sort things out.

What kind of poetry do you read?

[borntobebard]

Any, really. I'm not exactly sure what sort of poetry this world has to offer. Music is vastly different to the sort I'm used to, I can only imagine poetry has changed too.

[sidearmed]

I would suggest William Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost.

[ Presuming, of course, that this world produced each literary giant. ]

[borntobebard]

Nnnnnoted. [ Yes, he is actually noting those down. ]

I doubt I'd learn everything this world has to offer even after years of being here. There's so much to catch up on.

[sidearmed]

[ Good. He really should read them. ]

There is a lot, yeah. Where are you from?

[borntobebard]

Uhhm, Redania originally, studied at Oxenfurt, but since then I've travelled far and wide, to the very edges of the world, stretching as far as Touissant and Skellige.

[ Some very theatrical waves of his hands like he expects his words to mean something, but then he slowly drops them to his side as he admits: ] Although, I've come to understand no such lands exist in this world. Sort of ruins my whole pitch a bit.

[sidearmed]

Yeah, no. There isn't. We have a few that sound close - like Oxford in England. I was there once. And there's an island called Skellig Michael in Ireland.

[ He offers a lopsided smile. ]

Lack of familiarity can be a real plan killer. Tell me about one of them? Your choice.

[borntobebard]

Huh, there do seem to be a lot of strange, barely significant similarities between worlds amongst all of our kind. [ Plenty of imPorts seem to recognise similar media or know of the same countries and locations. Not so with his world, sadly. Maybe he's one of a kind. ]

As for my own world, hm, I dare not speak too much lest I ruin the surprise when I inevitably bring out a novel about my experiences back home. I've been told such grand tales of "high fantasy"- whatever that means- would sell extremely well here, and I'm hopeful to find out.

[sidearmed]

[ Being one of a kind isn't so bad? Probably. ]

Oh, I see. You're a mercenary. [ He makes a huff of laughter. ] Well, I wouldn't want to get in the way of someone making money.

[borntobebard]

Mercenary? [ He snorts his own soft laugh. ]

I can assure you my morals and money making methods are entirely honourable. I'm but a humble bard who's not ready to share all his secrets yet, little more than that. And what of you? What do you do around here?