Depends on what you mean by songs that come out poorly, I suppose. I don't believe any of my writing has ever been poor. [That's his ego talking.] But the crowds haven't always agreed. Haven't I told you how Geralt and I met? He was the only one in that tavern in Posada that didn't throw bread at me.

[That happened twenty-two years ago, yet he remembers the day as clearly as it had happened yesterday.]

That said, what do you think of the local public? Who do you think will be my real competition for the big prize?

[Because yeah, he's confident enough to believe there's no doubt he's among the top five contenders, at the very least.]