[Jaskier's nose wrinkles, as it often does when someone mentions a word he's never encountered and never bothers to explain what it is. Honestly, do these people not know how to interact with others from a different sphere? It's common courtesy.
Context tells him that whatever those things are -- he can define "paper" at least -- that they must be easily accessible; at least more so than the Continent has ever made happenings. Not that there's an easy way to do so beyond men on horses bearing letters.
Jaskier only laughs at his reaction. Ah. That kind of man. A shame, given his physique.] A man can have many priorities. And I am of the belief that one can always spare time for love, in all of its forms.
[He gives Steve a look that is more offering than not.
And then he props his boots up on a chair he pulls over, ready to settle in further for conversation as he plucks up a sandwich. For now, he has well-earned a bit of rest and conversation, and he can admit he is excessively curious of what sort of man could be so close a friend of Sam's.]
Ah. [He levels his brows. That's much less thrilling a topic than love-making. Still, he is willing to speak of it.] Yes. In the last few years, one of the empires of the Continent has been steadily increasing its power. And now they are slowly sweeping across the land, subjugating those they meet, no matter what race or what people. All in the name, I believe, of unity -- unity under a single ruler. Nothing that hasn't been said before by the powerful, of course. It's a tale as old as time. Opening their arms to the needy, and the poor, and the downtrodden... as long as it suits. Then eliminating those who do not.
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Context tells him that whatever those things are -- he can define "paper" at least -- that they must be easily accessible; at least more so than the Continent has ever made happenings. Not that there's an easy way to do so beyond men on horses bearing letters.
Jaskier only laughs at his reaction. Ah. That kind of man. A shame, given his physique.] A man can have many priorities. And I am of the belief that one can always spare time for love, in all of its forms.
[He gives Steve a look that is more offering than not.
And then he props his boots up on a chair he pulls over, ready to settle in further for conversation as he plucks up a sandwich. For now, he has well-earned a bit of rest and conversation, and he can admit he is excessively curious of what sort of man could be so close a friend of Sam's.]
Ah. [He levels his brows. That's much less thrilling a topic than love-making. Still, he is willing to speak of it.] Yes. In the last few years, one of the empires of the Continent has been steadily increasing its power. And now they are slowly sweeping across the land, subjugating those they meet, no matter what race or what people. All in the name, I believe, of unity -- unity under a single ruler. Nothing that hasn't been said before by the powerful, of course. It's a tale as old as time. Opening their arms to the needy, and the poor, and the downtrodden... as long as it suits. Then eliminating those who do not.