[Jaskier brings a hand across his chest.] Me? Meddle? How could you ever think so?
[Sypha already likes him, Jaskier would insist. And he thinks she's fascinating, and also sort of terrifyingly powerful, even with only the weather magic. That's plenty for him. So. Slight meddling.
Mog's tail flops against the floor. Likely he's as exhausted as Jaskier, which means he'll probably have to carry him home, too. Spoiled rotten. Jaskier swears the gryphon is already heavier than when he got him.]
Look, I don't work on buildings. This is my first one. [He's owned them, but he certainly has never worked on them this closely. He may even be spotted sometime in the future doing labour. Maybe. He has promised nothing, which helps him retain his freedom for the future. To get out of it, essentially.
[Jaskier pats his leg, and it's companionable. Mog lifts his head to look at the noise, then yawns with a wide, stubby beak.] At any rate, I suppose I'll be with you through this. No plans on up and shoving off to some other well-intentioned faction.
[He nods, giving his own yawn. Damn. Mog's making him do it.] No, no, you're right. Don't want to give them a reason to think we're trying to... to take over, or something. I'll ask around. We'll find someone appropriate in time. We've still got plenty of it, now we're committed.
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[Sypha already likes him, Jaskier would insist. And he thinks she's fascinating, and also sort of terrifyingly powerful, even with only the weather magic. That's plenty for him. So. Slight meddling.
Mog's tail flops against the floor. Likely he's as exhausted as Jaskier, which means he'll probably have to carry him home, too. Spoiled rotten. Jaskier swears the gryphon is already heavier than when he got him.]
Look, I don't work on buildings. This is my first one. [He's owned them, but he certainly has never worked on them this closely. He may even be spotted sometime in the future doing labour. Maybe. He has promised nothing, which helps him retain his freedom for the future. To get out of it, essentially.
[Jaskier pats his leg, and it's companionable. Mog lifts his head to look at the noise, then yawns with a wide, stubby beak.] At any rate, I suppose I'll be with you through this. No plans on up and shoving off to some other well-intentioned faction.
[He nods, giving his own yawn. Damn. Mog's making him do it.] No, no, you're right. Don't want to give them a reason to think we're trying to... to take over, or something. I'll ask around. We'll find someone appropriate in time. We've still got plenty of it, now we're committed.