Why, your at the Highywaymam Howff, little lassy! Well- He took an obvious look at her up and down, his nose crinkling with a chuckle. Well, she was young but already sure wasn't much of little! He would hate any teenage asshole boys trying to test their luck with her!

Its tree trucks! He began to explain to the girl as he trotted a bit past her, lifting a paw as he stopped to rub it over the wood. See how it's rounded like that still? Some great beasts cut the trees down, put them on their sides and stacked them together like this. Used great big claws and fangs to cut and shape it into the pieces they wanted. See? He explained as he moved his paw, over the edge of the door frame, the corners of the windows.

Me shadow? What have ya? What was this girl going on about? Jaskier looked down and moved in circles, trying to catch a glimpse of his shadow on the ground in comical foolishness. Blasted fae must have done it, well what do ya know! They dance around this place, been told. He certainly hoped Lyra (Myna) wouldn't get wind of this, but she was bound to notice at some point!