LONG HAVE POETS PRAISED THE WINNING GRIN THAT SIR GALAVANT NOW FLASHES THE BARD FROM WHERE HE SITS ACROSS THE BAR. of course he knows that he shouldn’t be listening - but knights are known for being noble, heroic, and not so terribly for being NICE, as jaskier so succinctly put it. ( there are plenty, after all, who would more quickly call galavant arrogant, pig-headed, or self-indulgent, to name a few, before ever referring to him as nice. ) something in the poet’s tone, however, implies quite clearly - at least, to galavant’s ear - that he’s not exactly offended ; rather, there’s something almost playful about the way he says it that makes gal arch a dark brow in some amusement. ❝ perhaps, ❞ the knight begins, so casual as to sound almost AIRY about it, ❝ but I regret to inform you, master jaskier, that you are not exactly a quiet presence. all due respect, but it would be far more effort not to eavesdrop. all that being said, I may be in a position to assist you with your little problem, if your famous witcher is as indisposed as you claim. ❞ galavant does not necessarily consider himself a SELFISH man to his core - it is, after all, in his nature to assist, to place himself at the disposal of others for the sake of his own interpretation of honor - but his pride certainly does not mind the idea of traveling with a celebrated poet, on the off - chance his exploits may inspire a verse or two. ❝ I’m headed toward toussaint myself. I would gladly ride with you. ❞
