[ Mal shrugs. He's spent enough of his life without any money at all to appreciate the lack of a need for it. Everyone on an equal footing. But at least it had made sense before. Get a job, make money, buy what you need to survive. Hell is just...unpredictable. Cruel, more often than not.
But there's no reason to get into all that right now. Jaskier will figure it out for himself soon enough. He nods gravely, settling his hands behind his back and assuming an alert, listening pose. ]
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But there's no reason to get into all that right now. Jaskier will figure it out for himself soon enough. He nods gravely, settling his hands behind his back and assuming an alert, listening pose. ]
Then I promise not to judge too harshly.