Jaskier has never been afraid of witchers, and he isn't going to start now - but he is nervous as hell, he must admit. Eskel is friendly and has a great sense of humor, incredibly easy for Jaskier to interact with. Lambert he hasn't met yet, but from what he's heard so far, he just needs to be ready to fight words with words - and that's his realm. Cirilla is an innocent lady going through change, and that's another area he has expertise at.

Vesemir though... his presence is imposing and intimidating, closer to what people usually believe of witchers. Can he smell him even with this wind? Can he see the brooch on his chest? He's impossible to read, he's better at being a stone wall than Geralt, and wow, that sure is saying something. Nervous he may be, but Jaskier meets those yellow eyes with his chin high anyway, wishing he could hear what's being said.

(Learning Vesemir said your bard would've helped a lot.)

He nods at Eskel after gulping. "Wish me luck."

Swinging off his horse is quick and easy, walking to Geralt's side not so much. Part of him wants to run to him and ask him to hold his hand for moral support, but for once in his life, Jaskier is trying not to look desperate. Besides, walking at a decent pace gives him time to decide how to approach this. This wouldn't be the first (pseudo) father he has to impress, except he can't use his usual charms here, it's not what a witcher would respect. The opposite, in fact, Vesemir would probably find him dumb. Or even insulting.

So when he finally makes it to the pair of witchers, Jaskier leaves all his flourish behind and only offers a slight bow of his head and shoulders, internally praying to all the gods to stop his nervousness from leaking into his scent. At least his lack of fear will be noticed, right?

"Well met, Master Vesemir. I'm Jaskier of Oxenfurt - my deepest gratitude for receiving me at your home."