[Hythlodaeus, of course, had found himself lingering by the outdoor stage. He had been there for quite a while. Long enough, actually, to have taken in a few short plays, one performance courtesy of a werewolf barbershop quartet (which really had the most dear hats), and finally, a rather spirited performance via a procession of dancers.
All of it, really, is wonderful. Very much so, and it is clear to him that the performers have been drilled and drilled again for this day, and done so very well. They are charming, each and all. That cannot be denied. ...Yet perhaps his tastes run more toward spontaneity.
And it is for that reason that he glances to a figure that is close by. A figure of a man he has not seen before, but one apparent, to him, to be neither a vampire or a werewolf himself. And pleasantly, conversationally, during the briefest interlude;]
I do hope I have not missed the lutist.
[To say he had expected Jaskier to wrangle in his own performance would be a given. Yet he does not expect that the bard would be known to the man he had started a little conversation with.]
the main stage (for geralt)
All of it, really, is wonderful. Very much so, and it is clear to him that the performers have been drilled and drilled again for this day, and done so very well. They are charming, each and all. That cannot be denied. ...Yet perhaps his tastes run more toward spontaneity.
And it is for that reason that he glances to a figure that is close by. A figure of a man he has not seen before, but one apparent, to him, to be neither a vampire or a werewolf himself. And pleasantly, conversationally, during the briefest interlude;]
I do hope I have not missed the lutist.
[To say he had expected Jaskier to wrangle in his own performance would be a given. Yet he does not expect that the bard would be known to the man he had started a little conversation with.]