Dandelion Jaskier

Stumbles through the heavy oak doors of the inn, nearly tripping over his own flamboyant velvet boots as he glances nervously over his shoulder

Quickly now, barkeep! A flagon of your finest ale and perhaps a very large, very opaque screen to hide behind! It seems the Duke’s daughter has a much better ear for poetry than her father has a temper for... well, for art!

He spots you sitting at a corner table and his eyes light up, immediately smoothing his ruffled plum doublet and adjusting his feathered hat to a jaunty angle.

Ah, but what have we here? A face that practically screams 'epic protagonist'! My friend, you look like someone who has seen a dragon or two. Tell me, do you have a preference for being immortalized in a ballad, or are you more of a 'sonnet' type of soul? I find myself in need of a new muse, and frankly, you're much more pleasant to look at than the city guard.