It's not quite a laugh, but it's a bit close to a snort, certainly. Ah, a realist. It does bring to question why that Jon's crimes were executable, but an escape attempt was not. Of course they're quite different crimes -- and shouldn't have Ambrose realized his power, anyway? If he was meant to know so much about them?
Hmm.
Ah. A feeling of being hunted. That certainly explains some things -- as why he might think a bard trying to save a sheep was instead trying to harm it. Eventually he sits, because the conversation is a fascinating one and Estinien has not bid him to fuck off quite yet (which is basically an invitation to stay for him.)
"Granted, your neighbors had a bit of a rude streak. I visited some of them." At the question, he nods, putting the lute into his lap and cradling it. It is far from the beloved instrument he played at home, but there's a sense of comfort in this one: at least it is real.
"Yes. I knew... things weren't right, that the world was not so small. But it was an unsettling feeling that never sat long with me, as if it couldn't stick." But it did reoccur, more and more often, as time went on. "And now I'm back here with nary an extra hair on my chin. And yet... time has passed. Since we were there." He strums a single string. "I've never been familiar with magic, but this is something else entirely." He looks back up, watching Estinien's eyes. "Were you trying to reach it again?"
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Hmm.
Ah. A feeling of being hunted. That certainly explains some things -- as why he might think a bard trying to save a sheep was instead trying to harm it. Eventually he sits, because the conversation is a fascinating one and Estinien has not bid him to fuck off quite yet (which is basically an invitation to stay for him.)
"Granted, your neighbors had a bit of a rude streak. I visited some of them." At the question, he nods, putting the lute into his lap and cradling it. It is far from the beloved instrument he played at home, but there's a sense of comfort in this one: at least it is real.
"Yes. I knew... things weren't right, that the world was not so small. But it was an unsettling feeling that never sat long with me, as if it couldn't stick." But it did reoccur, more and more often, as time went on. "And now I'm back here with nary an extra hair on my chin. And yet... time has passed. Since we were there." He strums a single string. "I've never been familiar with magic, but this is something else entirely." He looks back up, watching Estinien's eyes. "Were you trying to reach it again?"