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Summary:

“Jaskier,” said Yennefer through gritted teeth. The mage was dressed in utterly nonsensical and flamboyant fashion as was typical of ostentatious northern mages these days. He wore a sweeping cape embroided with crescent moons and stars paired with knee-length white leather boots. To make matters worse, sitting at a rakish angle atop his head, was a pointed hat in the style of wizards of old.