They aren't about me. [ He shifts over to help with the next wooden plank. ] About the monsters, more.
[ He is a figure, a name. Jaskier hears about him stumbling out of the woods, covered in blood and filth, and he spins a tale. Leaves out the part where the villager's children are found torn apart, adds a maiden or two. Describes a particularly fearsome beast.
Stories. It's what Jaskier does, and it's what Geralt has accepted. In the end, what does it matter to him, that they imagine him a monster or a knight? Neither are the truth. Men do not much care to know the truth. At least Jaskier's path helps put a few more coins in his pocket, keeps a town now and again from kicking him out of their gates.
Statues and prophecy. He knows a bit about that, as well. He snorts. ] Was it written in meter, at least?
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[ He is a figure, a name. Jaskier hears about him stumbling out of the woods, covered in blood and filth, and he spins a tale. Leaves out the part where the villager's children are found torn apart, adds a maiden or two. Describes a particularly fearsome beast.
Stories. It's what Jaskier does, and it's what Geralt has accepted. In the end, what does it matter to him, that they imagine him a monster or a knight? Neither are the truth. Men do not much care to know the truth. At least Jaskier's path helps put a few more coins in his pocket, keeps a town now and again from kicking him out of their gates.
Statues and prophecy. He knows a bit about that, as well. He snorts. ] Was it written in meter, at least?