[It's not exactly hard to find Sam, who moves through the crowds like a whirlwind of his own. Jaskier's mind is so singularly-focused on getting out of here -- to accepting that his prison breaking plans with Hector have gone to shit in about the space of half an hour -- that he simply doesn't realize he's looking for Sam until he spots him through the crowd.
Jaskier has a deathgrip on his lute case and all its treasures inside, shouldering through the people he's spent a season learning and meeting. People that, now, are splitting up as well. Some who barely give a glance back.]
Sam! [He calls out, waving an arm. Perhaps Jaskier is not so hard to miss either, wearing bright colors and a very worried expression, which is so far out of the realm of the normal for him. Jaskier just manages to snag his arm before a passing runner knocks the bard over, and he holds onto Sam for leverage.]
A spot of chaos, isn't it? I wanted -- you know, I'm sure we'll meet again, but I suppose this is goodbye for now, my friend.
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Jaskier has a deathgrip on his lute case and all its treasures inside, shouldering through the people he's spent a season learning and meeting. People that, now, are splitting up as well. Some who barely give a glance back.]
Sam! [He calls out, waving an arm. Perhaps Jaskier is not so hard to miss either, wearing bright colors and a very worried expression, which is so far out of the realm of the normal for him. Jaskier just manages to snag his arm before a passing runner knocks the bard over, and he holds onto Sam for leverage.]
A spot of chaos, isn't it? I wanted -- you know, I'm sure we'll meet again, but I suppose this is goodbye for now, my friend.