[ Sylvain is pretty sure there's not many awkward silences around this guy. Or just silences in general. Not that he minds that, Cadens seems to always either steal the social butterflies, the flirts, or the brooding grumps.
But he does grin at the realization that Jaskier knows both of his closest companions. Not that that's hard to believe either. See above social butterflies. And flirts, technically. ]
Can you kill a ghost? Isn't it already dead?
But yes, that's them. We all come from the same world. Although Hilda would be appalled that that's how you know her. Good job, keep doing that. [ His impish grin is full of mischief as he imagines her reaction to that. She's ridiculously fun to rile. At least when she's not holding an axe.
When the man introduces himself, he can't help but let his grin widen a little bit and then he's dropping into a flourishing bow with all the courtly aplomb of a gallant Faerghan knight. ] A pleasure, Jaskier. Sylvain Jose Gautier, at your service.
And if you can assist me, I'll be greatly in your debt. Even without a discount. [ He follows the man anyway, expression curious as he wonders what it is he has. The bush he indicates is completely unfamiliar to Sylvain and something he hasn't even seen around these parts, although it certain sounds native to the desert. Leaning closer, he brushes his fingers over the pale yellow petals and bends to see if it has a scent or anything else to identify it by. ]</small.
Well, that's certainly a new one. Do you use the blossoms for the tea?
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But he does grin at the realization that Jaskier knows both of his closest companions. Not that that's hard to believe either. See above social butterflies. And flirts, technically. ]
Can you kill a ghost? Isn't it already dead?
But yes, that's them. We all come from the same world. Although Hilda would be appalled that that's how you know her. Good job, keep doing that. [ His impish grin is full of mischief as he imagines her reaction to that. She's ridiculously fun to rile. At least when she's not holding an axe.
When the man introduces himself, he can't help but let his grin widen a little bit and then he's dropping into a flourishing bow with all the courtly aplomb of a gallant Faerghan knight. ] A pleasure, Jaskier. Sylvain Jose Gautier, at your service.
And if you can assist me, I'll be greatly in your debt. Even without a discount. [ He follows the man anyway, expression curious as he wonders what it is he has. The bush he indicates is completely unfamiliar to Sylvain and something he hasn't even seen around these parts, although it certain sounds native to the desert. Leaning closer, he brushes his fingers over the pale yellow petals and bends to see if it has a scent or anything else to identify it by. ]</small. Well, that's certainly a new one. Do you use the blossoms for the tea?