[Jaskier scoffs at him, dark with derision. Need it be said? How long has he survived in the courts of the Continent again?] Of course she has spies, Geralt. Every fucking person with a whit of intelligence has spies. Even I have spies, as useless as they are.
[Look, he's still working on the spell with the birds. Or... well. He had been working on it. He has not worked on much for nearly a month, now. Without the efforts of Hector and Rinwell to ply himself and Ciri with food, he's not sure much would've ever been accomplished. At the very least, they and Red had both helped find Geralt's camp, as helpful as it'd been. (Read: none. He's not even sure Ciri's brought it up. Perhaps they shouldn't. What's a bit of murder between a man and his friend's daughter?)
He rubs his hands together, only now noticing the dried up, dead rose. A frown crosses his face. He hadn't meant to do that.]
Who was the mage? The one from our original escape?
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[Look, he's still working on the spell with the birds. Or... well. He had been working on it. He has not worked on much for nearly a month, now. Without the efforts of Hector and Rinwell to ply himself and Ciri with food, he's not sure much would've ever been accomplished. At the very least, they and Red had both helped find Geralt's camp, as helpful as it'd been. (Read: none. He's not even sure Ciri's brought it up. Perhaps they shouldn't. What's a bit of murder between a man and his friend's daughter?)
He rubs his hands together, only now noticing the dried up, dead rose. A frown crosses his face. He hadn't meant to do that.]
Who was the mage? The one from our original escape?