He what? [He pauses for a moment.] All right, so he's very sympathetic to animals. That's not a terrible thing.
[The frog had been mostly inoffensive, but Jaskier is not sure how he may feel if something he was eating came back to life. Perhaps he should suggest he not do that. Or, perhaps having no memories changes a man. A little.
Jaskier leans back in his chair, the tome forgotten already. He realizes now that the Horizon has reminded him how terribly he misses his life. Not the Continent itself, really, though he certainly does miss being recognized and, in turn, paid for that recognition. He misses traveling. Boots on dirt, and the stars overhead. The sound of a horse's whickering. Staying in inns he absolutely could get stabbed in because a barmaid had a wonderful pair of breasts and adequate ale. It was only at the end of his Horizon journey where everything slotted together. Where they were, in a way, back on the Path. It had simply been Jaskier's path this time.
He tilts his head back, watching the roof above them, finding designs in the swirls of wood.] Certainly. They're rarer, and quieter. And there are those, I imagine, who want to stay for the Singularity itself. The townspeople outside the castle are all of a similar mind to the castle denizens. I can't imagine what this knowledge of those who can approach the Singularity might do to public opinion.
[A thump as all four chair legs hit the floor again and he sat up.] Have you thought about it? What this new knowledge will do for their plans? This is what Ambrose wanted. He wants some connection to that... thing.
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[The frog had been mostly inoffensive, but Jaskier is not sure how he may feel if something he was eating came back to life. Perhaps he should suggest he not do that. Or, perhaps having no memories changes a man. A little.
Jaskier leans back in his chair, the tome forgotten already. He realizes now that the Horizon has reminded him how terribly he misses his life. Not the Continent itself, really, though he certainly does miss being recognized and, in turn, paid for that recognition. He misses traveling. Boots on dirt, and the stars overhead. The sound of a horse's whickering. Staying in inns he absolutely could get stabbed in because a barmaid had a wonderful pair of breasts and adequate ale. It was only at the end of his Horizon journey where everything slotted together. Where they were, in a way, back on the Path. It had simply been Jaskier's path this time.
He tilts his head back, watching the roof above them, finding designs in the swirls of wood.] Certainly. They're rarer, and quieter. And there are those, I imagine, who want to stay for the Singularity itself. The townspeople outside the castle are all of a similar mind to the castle denizens. I can't imagine what this knowledge of those who can approach the Singularity might do to public opinion.
[A thump as all four chair legs hit the floor again and he sat up.] Have you thought about it? What this new knowledge will do for their plans? This is what Ambrose wanted. He wants some connection to that... thing.