[Jaskier pops out from behind the counter, neatly ducking his head before he hits it on the beam of the liquor shelf above. Moglad gives an emphatic wave, bowing to their guest.]
Ah, hello Ciri! I trust your trip must be going well? How is Rinwell?
[He can only assume she fairs just as well, since there's been no bad news headed his way. Yet. But he can't imagine Ciri should lie to him about it only to meet him here.
Which brings to mind whether she's ever been to Oxenfurt. He can only imagine she has, in her, er, travels. After that whole... everything.
He sets the wine bottle he'd been messing about with on the counter, turning the label towards her. It is one he'd never had a chance to give her, really, considering they live together. It's rare they should ever need to meet here.
The label boasts a golden swallow, neck and wings curved elegantly backwards, with cursive script labeling it Swallow's Bolt underneath. Just like the others, he once fancied a vintage for Ciri as well.] So, which would you like? The lute? The horn? I thought you may go for a horn.
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Ah, hello Ciri! I trust your trip must be going well? How is Rinwell?
[He can only assume she fairs just as well, since there's been no bad news headed his way. Yet. But he can't imagine Ciri should lie to him about it only to meet him here.
Which brings to mind whether she's ever been to Oxenfurt. He can only imagine she has, in her, er, travels. After that whole... everything.
He sets the wine bottle he'd been messing about with on the counter, turning the label towards her. It is one he'd never had a chance to give her, really, considering they live together. It's rare they should ever need to meet here.
The label boasts a golden swallow, neck and wings curved elegantly backwards, with cursive script labeling it Swallow's Bolt underneath. Just like the others, he once fancied a vintage for Ciri as well.] So, which would you like? The lute? The horn? I thought you may go for a horn.