[ jaskier might have made his name and living off of adventure and conflict more than anything else, but there was still something of the quiet poet to him when the right kind of mood struck and the charming maze of untamed green and odd statues in varying states of destruction was probably the nicest place to sit and think for a bit in those moments.

sometimes he writes little half formed lines of... something while he's there, but for the most part his lute stays in its bag and his leatherbound journal remains closed and he just sits in silence. dare he say it, the entire experience could almost be described as peaceful.

he's just finished with one of these little field trips today, and steps out to find namine hovering uncertainly near the entrance. jaskier stops short just at the entrance of the garden and gives her an open, mildly curious look. ]

Hello there, were you wanting to go in? I apologize if I was overstaying my welcome, but I honestly do think the place is large enough to successfully accommodate multiple people with very little crowding, or indeed, even accidental sightings.