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"Look, the gist of my fucking job is this," he gestures for each sentence with his hands pressed together.
"Monster shows up, people scream. People hire witcher, witcher kills monster. People can't pay witcher, now witcher has to kill people."
He throws his hands out to the sides.
"And people keep wondering why I'm so pissed off all the time."
Have you ever realised how annoying you are?
The expression on Jaskier’s face changed quickly, very quickly, when he was starting to sing his magnificent - just to be modest - new ballad to the rest of the company. He was so ready to hit on those first notes, his hands strumming the lute’s cords while starting to play the song, his mouth opening widly as he took a loud and dramatic breath on his lungs, making a high « Laaaaa ♫ » going out of his chest.
And then. His eyes wide opened as he heard Lambert’s comment. Ouch, that hitted him right in the feelings. - Why that was so common for witchers, to hit him in the feelings?
« …Excuse me?! » , he said loudly, moving one hand away from the lute’s cords just to show a dramatic gesture out of it. As he turned to look Lambert in the eyes he started to speak again - very probably not the effect the witcher wanted to gain with his comment.
« M-my music, my art, witcher sir, is not annoying! Ask Geralt, you’d be surprise to know how pleased he always is to hear my immensely graceful and accurate form of knowledge and stunningly educative entertainment! »
He said all that without even taking one pause to breathe, as he eventually did right after he finished.
Ah, these witchers, always complaining, never happy. he thought.
