( at the very least, lalli handles the lute with some quantity of care - in much the same way one holds a baby for the first time, with no idea what to do with it but also the distinct notion that dropping it would break it.
it's given back about as quickly as the man will take it, brow flickering into an echo of a scowl as the man seems to soothe it from having been in his presence. but now the guy is talking, mostly about things lalli couldn't possibly care less about and he's sorely considering just turning to leave until suddenly his name is asked. )
Lalli, ( he says. ) Don't know what a bard is. Or an elf. But I'm not your savior. ( and he turns to head off toward the woods now, though not at a pace that this 'jaskier' can't tail along. )
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it's given back about as quickly as the man will take it, brow flickering into an echo of a scowl as the man seems to soothe it from having been in his presence. but now the guy is talking, mostly about things lalli couldn't possibly care less about and he's sorely considering just turning to leave until suddenly his name is asked. )
Lalli, ( he says. ) Don't know what a bard is. Or an elf. But I'm not your savior. ( and he turns to head off toward the woods now, though not at a pace that this 'jaskier' can't tail along. )