[ No. They can't all be artists. He considers what Jaskier is saying as the food arrives at their table. He pushes a plate towards Jaskier. ]
It is under conflict. [ The area, he means. He doesn't often see Thornean agents as much as Cadens' soldiers, but that's in part because he hasn't gone as far as near Thorne's borders. Nor will he. He isn't interested in pushing his luck. He escaped them twice already. ] There may be something.
[ He isn't sure. He expects to find at most the ruins Jaskier mentions. Perhaps a new monster nest or two. But just in case anything happens, he wants to be certain he knows exactly what's out there.
He tears a chunk of bread, pops it in his mouth. It's casual, obviously prodding, when he says, ] Will you miss me?
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It is under conflict. [ The area, he means. He doesn't often see Thornean agents as much as Cadens' soldiers, but that's in part because he hasn't gone as far as near Thorne's borders. Nor will he. He isn't interested in pushing his luck. He escaped them twice already. ] There may be something.
[ He isn't sure. He expects to find at most the ruins Jaskier mentions. Perhaps a new monster nest or two. But just in case anything happens, he wants to be certain he knows exactly what's out there.
He tears a chunk of bread, pops it in his mouth. It's casual, obviously prodding, when he says, ] Will you miss me?