[ A dozen things to look at. More. The further he goes, the more he realizes that unlike all of Jaskier's former spaces, this is not only for him. It's for those who may visit him: rooms and gifts and offerings.
He remembers the caravan at the very start. A bard who would never settle or cease wandering. Look at him now.
The workshop brings Geralt to a pause. He cannot, in all honesty, recall a time when someone made a place explicitly for him. Nearly everywhere he goes, he's been an intruder, unwanted. Grudgingly tolerated. And it's—he obviously knows he's welcome in Jaskier's domain. It's not that. It's just—this is different. For a moment, he isn't sure what to say.
He picks up a small awl, then sets it back down. Idle hands. He huffs quietly. ] Wouldn't want that.
[ He straightens up, moving to join Jaskier, which serves as answer enough. He could have a glass. Several, he'd have said earlier, but right now the urge to drown himself in several bottles and lay facedown is abated. Mostly, he merely wants a drink with his friend. They haven't had much of that lately. Time to themselves. ]
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He remembers the caravan at the very start. A bard who would never settle or cease wandering. Look at him now.
The workshop brings Geralt to a pause. He cannot, in all honesty, recall a time when someone made a place explicitly for him. Nearly everywhere he goes, he's been an intruder, unwanted. Grudgingly tolerated. And it's—he obviously knows he's welcome in Jaskier's domain. It's not that. It's just—this is different. For a moment, he isn't sure what to say.
He picks up a small awl, then sets it back down. Idle hands. He huffs quietly. ] Wouldn't want that.
[ He straightens up, moving to join Jaskier, which serves as answer enough. He could have a glass. Several, he'd have said earlier, but right now the urge to drown himself in several bottles and lay facedown is abated. Mostly, he merely wants a drink with his friend. They haven't had much of that lately. Time to themselves. ]