The bard jumped in Geralt's way, pushing his hands against his chest.
"Honestly, Geralt! How do you kill a God? And why, by gracious Melitele, did you mess with a God?"
"Dagon forestalled a peaceful solution between the Vodyanoy and the humans in Murky Waters. The Lady of the Lake wished it that way."
"Who, damn you, is the Lady of the Lake?"
"The aquatic race's Godess."
"Geralt," moaned Jaskier, "you're doing that on purpose! Tell me properly!"
Geralt shrugged, completely unable to understand why his old companion always got into a fret. "I told you everything."
Jaskier stared at him, aghast. "Alright, you're trying to tell me," he attempted a recapitulation, "that there has been a marital quarrel between two Gods of the aquatic race, here in Murky Waters, and you killed one of them?!"
Geralt thought about it. He had never seen it that way.
"I don't think so," he mused. "That the Lady of the Lake and this Dagon ..." he screw up his face in disgust. "Naaah ... the two of them? Naaah ...! She had her knights and the Fisher King after all."
Jaskier's mouth fell open. "I surrender. I don't get a word. You're driving me insane!"
"Hm, now you know how that feels."