[ That's not untrue. Geralt looks vaguely annoyed that he's somehow trapped himself in a circular conversation. Or a conversation at all, really. ] And you quickly made me regret asking.
[ He'd definitely have rather been accosted to do a job. He misses that: when people would only bother him to pick a fight or demand his help while haggling down to a single coin. Now he has folks prying into his business while he's trying to get drunk. Giving speeches on machinations and doing good.
This is what he gets for engaging when he should know better. Because no, he's not going to sit here and detail what happened to Jaskier for one man's lofty vision of good. And the detached way Ardbert speaks of it—a tale, just a tale; it's not a tale, it's his friend's fucking life—only raises his hackles further. ]
I've said what I will. [ He refills his glass. Whatever goodwill Ardbert earned by buying him a pitcher has dried up, and Geralt doesn't care enough for social norms to hide it. Nor to stop drinking the free beer. ] You want your precious tale, you'll have to fuck off and bother someone else.
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[ He'd definitely have rather been accosted to do a job. He misses that: when people would only bother him to pick a fight or demand his help while haggling down to a single coin. Now he has folks prying into his business while he's trying to get drunk. Giving speeches on machinations and doing good.
This is what he gets for engaging when he should know better. Because no, he's not going to sit here and detail what happened to Jaskier for one man's lofty vision of good. And the detached way Ardbert speaks of it—a tale, just a tale; it's not a tale, it's his friend's fucking life—only raises his hackles further. ]
I've said what I will. [ He refills his glass. Whatever goodwill Ardbert earned by buying him a pitcher has dried up, and Geralt doesn't care enough for social norms to hide it. Nor to stop drinking the free beer. ] You want your precious tale, you'll have to fuck off and bother someone else.