Indeed I have, your grace. A golden gaze yellow gaze meant to meet her own, to search the intensity in them even as she radiated a soft warmth. She was captivating and surely she was all aware of it, yet seemed as though to hide any showing of arrogance or inflated importance even still as she titled herself Queen of these ruins. A Queen who did not mind to find herself working hard in the dirt of her gardens or to settle down and have a conversation with a wayward traveling bard.

Yet it is not the Hail Mary which Jaskier chooses to speak of. When an olive branch is given, it is taken and Jaskier takes a breath, leaning back as he is asked about the Howff. The tavern itself is hidden away in the forest. Settled deep within, those plenty of warn paths might lead you to it. I think part of its survival all these years might be because the forest protects it. It wasn't all that far from the sea, though tucked away from the direct elements of the sun, sea spray and winds did it much good. Its a good place, good people. A rowdy bunch to boot, but if you find yourself traveling and needing a place out of the cold or storm, we always welcoming guests. There is work to be had, for those who seek it and work to be done, if the pay is right. Not a bad spot for a drink and some good fun, either.

Though he realizes he is speaking to a Queen who was more often than not confided to her station and what was royal and what was proper. Yet if she ever felt the need to kick her feet back and have a bit of fun away from prying eyes in her grand keep, the invite was there.