I live here. Hail and well met and all that. [ Some of his annoyance at Jaskier's appearance - expressed mainly in a dark mutter that's not altogether audible but definitely has the words already and replacement floating around in there - abates as he takes in his appearance, takes in that lute. ]
Go sit down, if you're that tired. Couch is comfortable, [ he says, taking a couple steps forward not to greet Jaskier, but to get a better look at his lute. ]
Been a while since I've seen a lute. Or met a bard.
[ He likes bards. Hell, he loves bards. If this guy's good for anything, he may as well be good for music. ]
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[ A beat. He gestures loosely around him. ]
I live here. Hail and well met and all that. [ Some of his annoyance at Jaskier's appearance - expressed mainly in a dark mutter that's not altogether audible but definitely has the words already and replacement floating around in there - abates as he takes in his appearance, takes in that lute. ]
Go sit down, if you're that tired. Couch is comfortable, [ he says, taking a couple steps forward not to greet Jaskier, but to get a better look at his lute. ]
Been a while since I've seen a lute. Or met a bard.
[ He likes bards. Hell, he loves bards. If this guy's good for anything, he may as well be good for music. ]