Cahir crouched down next to him and spoke into his ear, "A bard? A viscount? Geralt of Riva's friend? Possible knower of Cirilla's location? you're many interesting things Jaskier" he purred, "don't sell yourself short". "well" Jaskier coughed, pulling his head up to meet his eyes "yes to the first, maybe to the second, absolutely not to the third, and who is the fourth?" A second passed between them, flat blue eyes helds held his and a humourless smile played on his lips. " Jaskier is a year out from his unforgiveable abandonment on the mountain top. His faultless admirers have long since grown tired of his break-up songs and non-witcher related ballads. Whilst hurtful memories plague him, his concerns are abruptly changed when Nilfgaardian soldiers abduct him and deliver him into the hands of Cahir. Whilst navigating a desperate Cahir and a perilous rescue, Jaskiers loyalties and friendships are not the only things put under fire.