[He blinks in surprise.] A general? That's... that sounds quite important.
[Not that he doesn't see how Hector could be very powerful, but -- does that not imply an army was involved, as well? Ah. It's not so strange, really. He's so used to himself and Geralt, apart from all the kingdoms and their interactions -- and their wars -- between each other.
Until Cintra, apparently.
More importantly: involuntarily? Jaskier takes his hand. It is not hard to see he does not wish to elaborate as Hector quickly moves on, but gods, that could mean a lot of things. A kidnapping? Ransom? If he was a general, either could apply.
Yet it is in the past. He's here now, and he's free.]
We all make mistakes. And we learn from them, whether we wish to or not. [He allows the deflection with a squeeze of his hand. It's an easy question to answer; a tale he's recited a thousand times. How, they always ask, does the Witcher end up like a bard like you?
Of course, it is not meant to be complimentary, but there is not a single thing stopping Jaskier form taking it that way.] Ah! A patron? Hardly. It's quite the story, if you don't mind me taking over. [Not that he gives Hector a moment to stop him.] Quite a few years ago, the Witcher had a, shall we say, less than savory reputation. I've known of him since I was quite young, so far-reaching was his [He rolls his hand through the air. The word comes to him, even if it feels less than generous,] infamy. And I happened to meet his acquaintance in a tiny little town on the edge of the world, where he was hired to hunt a devil. And I, wanting some inspiration, decided to follow him on his hunt.
[It may be clear to anyone who knows even a little of Geralt that the Witcher obviously did not want him there.] We met some rather unsavory elves there on the edge of the world, but Geralt ended up saving my life in a heroic bout of, ah. Words. He managed to convince the king of the elves that our lives were quite important in the grand scheme of things, and he freed us from our capture. It was such an exciting adventure, I simply had to write a ballad of it. And in Geralt, I found a natural muse, considering his predilection for getting into terrifying bouts with monsters.
[It was a niche in the performing world that only Jaskier could fill. And fill it he did.] Over time, through the efforts of yours truly, his deeds and reputation have become quite prolific, as well as my own. Until... you know. [There's a note of sourness to his tone.] Here. Where no one knows of us. So one must work from the ground up again.
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[Not that he doesn't see how Hector could be very powerful, but -- does that not imply an army was involved, as well? Ah. It's not so strange, really. He's so used to himself and Geralt, apart from all the kingdoms and their interactions -- and their wars -- between each other.
Until Cintra, apparently.
More importantly: involuntarily? Jaskier takes his hand. It is not hard to see he does not wish to elaborate as Hector quickly moves on, but gods, that could mean a lot of things. A kidnapping? Ransom? If he was a general, either could apply.
Yet it is in the past. He's here now, and he's free.]
We all make mistakes. And we learn from them, whether we wish to or not. [He allows the deflection with a squeeze of his hand. It's an easy question to answer; a tale he's recited a thousand times. How, they always ask, does the Witcher end up like a bard like you?
Of course, it is not meant to be complimentary, but there is not a single thing stopping Jaskier form taking it that way.] Ah! A patron? Hardly. It's quite the story, if you don't mind me taking over. [Not that he gives Hector a moment to stop him.] Quite a few years ago, the Witcher had a, shall we say, less than savory reputation. I've known of him since I was quite young, so far-reaching was his [He rolls his hand through the air. The word comes to him, even if it feels less than generous,] infamy. And I happened to meet his acquaintance in a tiny little town on the edge of the world, where he was hired to hunt a devil. And I, wanting some inspiration, decided to follow him on his hunt.
[It may be clear to anyone who knows even a little of Geralt that the Witcher obviously did not want him there.] We met some rather unsavory elves there on the edge of the world, but Geralt ended up saving my life in a heroic bout of, ah. Words. He managed to convince the king of the elves that our lives were quite important in the grand scheme of things, and he freed us from our capture. It was such an exciting adventure, I simply had to write a ballad of it. And in Geralt, I found a natural muse, considering his predilection for getting into terrifying bouts with monsters.
[It was a niche in the performing world that only Jaskier could fill. And fill it he did.] Over time, through the efforts of yours truly, his deeds and reputation have become quite prolific, as well as my own. Until... you know. [There's a note of sourness to his tone.] Here. Where no one knows of us. So one must work from the ground up again.