Geralt refrained from comment on his threat which, in Jaskier's world, meant that he'd agreed to the terms. Why he'd even suggested Jaskier write a song and hadn't sounded entirely sour about it. Jaskier, satisfied that the importance of his stance on the matter had been imparted, perked up and relaxed at once.

"Where I hung around?" Jaskier asked and recoiled a bit, puffing a laugh over the edge of his tankard (and they were honest tankards with fancy embossed edges and designs). "Oh gods' no, this place is far too expensive for students. It's changed hands twice since I started school--this owner is newer to the city than I am--but in my day this was where you brought fancy ladies you wanted to bed. Or prospective patrons."

Jaskier takes a sip of his ale and sighs with delight at how much better than their usual fare it is. This place was very fond of Oxenfurt graduates and had lowered their prices accordingly. If not, he'd have been far less fond of it.

"The food is fantastic, the beds are soft, and best of all--there's no chance I'll run into anyone I know and loathe because this particular inn has neither a proper stage nor flattering acoustics."