[Man wasn't made to live like this- least of all a man like him. It had always been just a matter of time before he was locked up, of course, but Jesper had dared to hope he'd have an exciting story for why. Or one he understood at least, even if it was only 'because Kaz said to do it.' This was a horse of a different, much uglier color.
So forgive him, new cellmates, but he is going to be a bit much. Sitting down, standing up, pacing, rolling rocks he smuggled in from the courtyard ground between his fingers like a coin, and, most of all, talking. Brace yourself for endless chatter about what is happening? Who are you? Do you like your clothes? Did you get here naked, too?
It isn't just those in the cell with him, either. He hangs on the bars to talk to those across from him, even trying to chat up the guards. He gets a bruised lip for that last one, but what's a little pain between future good friends, right?
When a visitor comes to the dungeon, he moves on to the begging stage of acceptance of his current fate.]
For the love of the Saints, a deck of cards is all I ask! Dice! I'll make it worth your while- oh, now, don't give me that look! I know that 'what could you possibly give me' look. I always pay my debts.
[Unspoken: If you can catch me. But he's here, isn't he? Where could he possibly go to avoid paying you back?]
Jesper Fahey | Shadow and Bone | Wheel of Fortune | Dungeon
[Man wasn't made to live like this- least of all a man like him. It had always been just a matter of time before he was locked up, of course, but Jesper had dared to hope he'd have an exciting story for why. Or one he understood at least, even if it was only 'because Kaz said to do it.' This was a horse of a different, much uglier color.
So forgive him, new cellmates, but he is going to be a bit much. Sitting down, standing up, pacing, rolling rocks he smuggled in from the courtyard ground between his fingers like a coin, and, most of all, talking. Brace yourself for endless chatter about what is happening? Who are you? Do you like your clothes? Did you get here naked, too?
It isn't just those in the cell with him, either. He hangs on the bars to talk to those across from him, even trying to chat up the guards. He gets a bruised lip for that last one, but what's a little pain between future good friends, right?
When a visitor comes to the dungeon, he moves on to the begging stage of acceptance of his current fate.]
For the love of the Saints, a deck of cards is all I ask! Dice! I'll make it worth your while- oh, now, don't give me that look! I know that 'what could you possibly give me' look. I always pay my debts.
[Unspoken: If you can catch me. But he's here, isn't he? Where could he possibly go to avoid paying you back?]