#epicballs

“From Aedirn to Cidaris the people have been singing the praises of a travelling troubadour that certainly wasn’t bloody me. I finally catch up to the bastard and it--” Any other soul might have been knocked speechless by the face staring back into his own. It took a LOT to leave this bard scrambling for words. A finger thrust into the chest of his mirror image, Jaskier was mildly shocked to find that the body before him was no alcohol fuelled trickery. “What is this magic? What the bloody hell ARE you?”