[ There's hesitation there, his eyes drifting from John to their small audience. Jaskier isn't a fighter or a magic user, but he is a performer, one that's been blessed with a few extra talents thanks to the Porter. Talents he's yet to actually try, but fuck it, no time like the present.
Without his lute to hand, he relies solely on his voice, clearing his throat softly before rolling his voice into a melodic little tune. ]
Listen close, listen hard to the words of this bard, Harken now to what he must say, For he won't be upstaged by a tiresome mage, And requests naught but silence this day.
[ He can't be sure it's worked, but if John has heard it, there's a chance he'll be compelled to shut the fuck up, like the lyrics so kindly requested. Jaskier stares curiously for a second before deciding: ] Not exactly my greatest work, but I suppose one can't be too picky considering it's potential usefulness.
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[ There's hesitation there, his eyes drifting from John to their small audience. Jaskier isn't a fighter or a magic user, but he is a performer, one that's been blessed with a few extra talents thanks to the Porter. Talents he's yet to actually try, but fuck it, no time like the present.
Without his lute to hand, he relies solely on his voice, clearing his throat softly before rolling his voice into a melodic little tune. ]
Listen close, listen hard to the words of this bard,
Harken now to what he must say,
For he won't be upstaged by a tiresome mage,
And requests naught but silence this day.
[ He can't be sure it's worked, but if John has heard it, there's a chance he'll be compelled to shut the fuck up, like the lyrics so kindly requested. Jaskier stares curiously for a second before deciding: ] Not exactly my greatest work, but I suppose one can't be too picky considering it's potential usefulness.