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Jasper laughs, an easy, rolling chuckle as he finds himself with a lapful of warhound. Sure, he could attempt to maintain an aloof, distant demeanor, but where was the amusement in that? Besides, it was hard not to smile when one of these lugs was doing his best to eat your hand off sans teeth. He wasn't exactly sure what he smelled like that was so appealing to the dog, or even if this said anything good about how he smelled to people, but then he wasn't really too concerned with that. "I do believe your hound has decided I make a rather good cushion."

She replied to his implied question next, though, and his expression dropped into a thoughtful frown, all feigned attempts to get the bloody dog off him ceasing as he absently took up scratching Kujo's belly. "A Blight, you say? I had heard rumors, but I must admit I was not terribly keen to believe it. Of course, it is a different matter when the Wardens are the couriers of such news." His visible eye narrowed, and he stared into the fire. Demons, too? perhaps we ought to ask one of them about that... he shot a look at the slumbering magi and shook his head. Chances were, if they knew, they would have said something already.

Returning his gaze to the fire, Jasper spends a moment in thought. He most certainly valued his freedom above much of anything else, and hated the idea of being tied down to any one set of circumstances in particular. A side-effect of seeing his parents live that kind of life miserably, he supposed, what with the whole 'Arl of South Reach' thing, but even the fickle pirate had to admit that there were indeed things out there more important than his amusement. "I am not in the habit of making promises, particularly ones I cannot keep, so I promise you nothing. However..." he paused, and, lifting a hand to his face, felt along the scar that marred his cheek with his ring finger. It was a habit of his, and only a partially-conscious one. "For now at least, I'll offer what assistance I can give, Ser Sev of the Grey Wardens, if you'd like it." His expression changed abruptly, morphing once more into the slightly-wild grin that his crew had learned to anticipate and be wary of in equal measure. "I have my share of uses, I assure you."