[Jaskier won't say it aloud, at least not here in such a public space, but he doesn't really feel the whole torture thing really makes much progress towards positive character development. He rubs his hands slightly together, the motion slow enough that it's clearly not because his hands or fingers feel cold, but not hidden enough to suggest a nervous tic that he's trying to suppress. Just a bad recent memory that he'd like to not experience again anytime soon despite what this place likely has in store for him.]
I assume you have some suggestions on who those people might be?
[Since he's already providing so much information, most of which Jaskier assumes to be accurate enough to be helpful in most circumstances. Though it is a shame about the feasts. Jaskier loves a good party.]
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I assume you have some suggestions on who those people might be?
[Since he's already providing so much information, most of which Jaskier assumes to be accurate enough to be helpful in most circumstances. Though it is a shame about the feasts. Jaskier loves a good party.]