[ Unfortunately. Everything about what's going on is unfortunate. He looks up the stairs, then over his shoulder. The bodies brush against him. He takes Jaskier's arm, moving him off to the side. ]
I'm not killing anyone. [ Jaskier is being a petulant bastard. He's also not about to pick at it when they're both trapped in his damn house, and he already knows exactly why Jaskier is pissed off at him. It doesn't matter.
Fuck, Jaskier shouldn't be here. How is he here? Out of everyone on the Continent, the two of them tumble into this one world? That isn't a coincidence. (Destiny, he thinks dryly. )
He turns away. He wants to solve this curse, not dwell on all that. And it's without a look back that he begins to make his way towards the upper floor. Jaskier can stay with the party and drink if he likes. He doubts the bard is in the mood to follow him about, as he was wont to do before. ]
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I'm not killing anyone. [ Jaskier is being a petulant bastard. He's also not about to pick at it when they're both trapped in his damn house, and he already knows exactly why Jaskier is pissed off at him. It doesn't matter.
Fuck, Jaskier shouldn't be here. How is he here? Out of everyone on the Continent, the two of them tumble into this one world? That isn't a coincidence. (Destiny, he thinks dryly. )
He turns away. He wants to solve this curse, not dwell on all that. And it's without a look back that he begins to make his way towards the upper floor. Jaskier can stay with the party and drink if he likes. He doubts the bard is in the mood to follow him about, as he was wont to do before. ]