[The hostess approaches-- Jaskier had told him enough to recognize the hosts when they'd arrived, so he's at least not entirely in the dark about who's coming over to him. She looks respectable, which makes it all the more notable that she wants to talk to the broody witcher standing in the corner.]

Whatever the bard's said, at least half of it's exaggeration and another quarter is an outright lie.

[Just. Starting off with that, because he's learned that Jaskier likes to fluff up his reputation and that hasn't really stopped just because they're in the land of magical dogfighting.]

You're Allura. I guess I have you to thank for the drinks.

[He's stuck with the wine mostly, and it's a far cry better than what he used to get served back on the Continent.]