What type of counter spell? Time? Oh Melitele he hadn't the faintest and his prolonged, muted 'uuuuuh' made the old man stare at him. Fortunately he didn't wait long for an answer and moved to his shelves while Jaskier fumbled for words. He declared it not a poison--which thank fuck for that--but that meant it was magic and, oh dear, even Geralt couldn't help much with that.
"Of course I can read," Jaskier replied, slightly aghast. He had a lute with him, didn't he? He had to be able to read to play and write--he takes the book and flips it open, scanning idly but, ironically, reading little of it. It appears to be a tome on magical ailments and remedies--that or it was a very arcane cookbook.
"She did stir when--" Jaskier started and paused to give the apothecary a shrewd, slightly hesitant look over. The old man hadn't immediately gone for the constabulary. That was...a good sign. Right?
"I uh," Jaskier coughed to clear his throat and snapped the book shut as he did. "I may have...kissed her brow? A sign of respect! Nothing more! Just a token to see her to the next life, right? Perfectly reasonable--"
He was babbling now but, truly, he was not the sort of man who was carnally interested in either youngish teenagers or corpses. He could not be more clear about that. Youngish teenaged corpses? Straight out.
"She made a noise, do you think, maybe that could help...narrow this down?" He gestured to the book and then looked at the door--ready to charge and slam it shut if the apothecary dove for it.
no subject
"Of course I can read," Jaskier replied, slightly aghast. He had a lute with him, didn't he? He had to be able to read to play and write--he takes the book and flips it open, scanning idly but, ironically, reading little of it. It appears to be a tome on magical ailments and remedies--that or it was a very arcane cookbook.
"She did stir when--" Jaskier started and paused to give the apothecary a shrewd, slightly hesitant look over. The old man hadn't immediately gone for the constabulary. That was...a good sign. Right?
"I uh," Jaskier coughed to clear his throat and snapped the book shut as he did. "I may have...kissed her brow? A sign of respect! Nothing more! Just a token to see her to the next life, right? Perfectly reasonable--"
He was babbling now but, truly, he was not the sort of man who was carnally interested in either youngish teenagers or corpses. He could not be more clear about that. Youngish teenaged corpses? Straight out.
"She made a noise, do you think, maybe that could help...narrow this down?" He gestured to the book and then looked at the door--ready to charge and slam it shut if the apothecary dove for it.