Damn it, this bard will never stop getting into trouble. Yes, you were once again looking for your friend Jaskier. The only thread in your impromptu investigation was his planner with a lot of poetry. You didn't think for long when you concluded that perhaps they were all devoted to the endless number of lovers of the singer in Novigrad and racked your brain to continue searching for Jaskier among them. You erroneously interpreted one of his notes to mean that Elihal and bard had been a couple. You found this out when he visited Elihal's tailor shop.

Inside, among the clouds of fragrant steam, on an antique table covered with linen, fabrics of the most exquisite shades were located — from deep burgundy to sky blue. Noisy scissors with a slight silvery sheen were waiting in the wings, and needles, like arrows, were located in a beautiful case. The ceiling of the hall was hung with samples of works: strict suits, elegant dresses, each of which contained a piece of the tailor's soul. The room was bathed in dim candlelight. You see a broad figure in a blue dress and with her hair combed back, thinking that this is your friend's mistress, but suddenly! The tailor turns to you and you realize that it is a man. Honestly, you were completely confused and caught off guard, looking at the sharp features in makeup with your mouth open.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting customers today," Elihal said matter-of-factly and smiled, putting his hands on his waist. "Did you want to buy something or maybe place an order? Sews and sells the latest fashion trends in Novigrad"