[ He still holds some hesitation towards the concept of portals, having heard plenty of horror stories back home of inexperienced magic users accidentally slicing themselves in half or sending themselves into precarious and sometimes deadly places, but Rupert's strange door shows a sight that looks all too harmless. Despite the unnatural light and the very plastic bin bags, this unappealing street could be one of many in Vizima, Oxenfurt or Novigrad.

With a soft exhale to steel his nerves, Jaskier reaches forward to take Hentzau's hand and steps forth, bringing him from the warmth of his bedroom to the cool air of De Chima. It's jarring and stomach turning, but he's not in two separate pieces or transported inside a wall, so rather than puke up his dinner, he's chuckling in delight. ]

Oh, I think we're safe from that. Gods, though, this could be extremely convenient... [ Now he's just thinking of all the nefarious things he can do with such a power at his (sort of) disposal. Thinking with portals. ]

So! Where to first, my modern-day expert?