[Jasper murmurs in discontent and hunches his back. Few words affect him more than those leaving him alone. The fear prompts him to wipe his clammy hands against the stone railing - and he pulls them away in a moment to run them through his hair. Fingers separate his fringe and fashion it to fall its usual way.
The ritualistic act is soothing but over all too soon. His mind is flooded by his current predicament and he tries diverting it by looking upon the land. What does he perceive in these grounds? Certainly not a strange and unfamiliar city.
He tries to sound confident but cannot hide his fear.]
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The ritualistic act is soothing but over all too soon. His mind is flooded by his current predicament and he tries diverting it by looking upon the land. What does he perceive in these grounds? Certainly not a strange and unfamiliar city.
He tries to sound confident but cannot hide his fear.]
Hendrik, I... Will you stay?