[ He snorts. He likes to think of it as practicality, not optimism, though he doesn't correct Jaskier. He releases the medallion. It does hum. Gentle, thrumming. More than that, it's his. The weight of it is as familiar as an old friend.
He'd slipped the replacement medallion Jaskier had obtained him in a drawer. He's already decided what to do with it. Just needs time to visit a blacksmith, when he's recovered a bit more. ]
By way of another. [ Speaking of friends. His eyes slide towards Jaskier. ] Your smouldering muse. Kylo Ren. He met me in the cells. Arranged...something with one of Thorne's mages.
[ A woman, a sorceress. Obviously not in league with the queen. He was only there for a few days in the castle and already he could sense the wheels turning, the vines tangling. He's never one to concern himself with politics, but it's beginning to feel too much like politics are concerning themselves with him. Because if the monarchy falls, what happens? A country with a void bodes ill for everyone.
He sighs. Everything is shifting far too quickly. ]
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He'd slipped the replacement medallion Jaskier had obtained him in a drawer. He's already decided what to do with it. Just needs time to visit a blacksmith, when he's recovered a bit more. ]
By way of another. [ Speaking of friends. His eyes slide towards Jaskier. ] Your smouldering muse. Kylo Ren. He met me in the cells. Arranged...something with one of Thorne's mages.
[ A woman, a sorceress. Obviously not in league with the queen. He was only there for a few days in the castle and already he could sense the wheels turning, the vines tangling. He's never one to concern himself with politics, but it's beginning to feel too much like politics are concerning themselves with him. Because if the monarchy falls, what happens? A country with a void bodes ill for everyone.
He sighs. Everything is shifting far too quickly. ]