Jaskier: Right, so stick close to me, look mean and pretend you’re a mute. Can’t have anyone finding out who you actually are.
Mousesack: [calling loudly through the whole room] Geralt of Rivia, the mighty Witcher!
Jaskier: Oh, shit.
When modest bard rested after work he's done
With Geralt of Rivia this song he sung.
With lofty devil the White Wolf fought till death
The cohorts of elves, he ripped apart, were countless.
They crawled from behind, though it's shame and disgrace
They broke my lute and rearranged my face.
That devil aimed its horn straight into my eye
And then the Witcher shouted " Your time has come to die!"