( ok i was just reminded via alois's support with leonie that jeralt had tavern debts all over fodlan actually, which i had completely forgotten, but i'm going to pretend that the policies from above still apply and were probably the reason jeralt was shit with money... it's fine... IT'S FINE. anyway... )
Oh, yes. He turned down a lot of jobs, actually. It aggravated our men when he turned down work that we all needed, but they never questioned his orders. If he didn't like the employer, he'd still take the job. But if he didn't trust the employer, there wasn't anyone in Fódlan who could stop him from refusing the job.
When I was younger, he refused work from... Count Rowe, I think it was? From the Kingdom? It was a well-paying job, but Jeralt walked away from it, even though it was a cold winter, and our men were down to hardtack. I couldn't figure out what set him off. Rowe didn't seem like a tyrant, and his knights seemed reasonable enough. But Jeralt said something about how he'd asked too many questions about me, and he didn't want me near the count...
[ One day, Byleth will find out what was wrong with Count Rowe, and be quite grateful for his father's foresight in that regard... ]
There were other jobs that he didn't like, too. Some of our work didn't involve fighting. Every now and then, we were simply asked to find someone's runaway daughter. That was easy work. We'd just send one of our most charming mercenaries out to ask around, and we'd find out that the girl simply ran away with a boy from the village, or something innocent like that. But some merchant from the Alliance asked us to do this once, and Jeralt discovered that he'd been beating the girl on a regular basis, so we left without taking his money or finding his daughter.
[ The professor shakes his head grimly, letting his eyes flutter shut for a pensive moment. ]
Could have done far worse, I think. Should have, maybe. But that's the way Jeralt is. He doesn't want enemies, and he doesn't want to be remembered. I think he's fighting the inevitable. We're a memorable group.
Edited (sorry i overthink his speech pattern) 2026-01-25 00:43 (UTC)
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Oh, yes. He turned down a lot of jobs, actually. It aggravated our men when he turned down work that we all needed, but they never questioned his orders. If he didn't like the employer, he'd still take the job. But if he didn't trust the employer, there wasn't anyone in Fódlan who could stop him from refusing the job.
When I was younger, he refused work from... Count Rowe, I think it was? From the Kingdom? It was a well-paying job, but Jeralt walked away from it, even though it was a cold winter, and our men were down to hardtack. I couldn't figure out what set him off. Rowe didn't seem like a tyrant, and his knights seemed reasonable enough. But Jeralt said something about how he'd asked too many questions about me, and he didn't want me near the count...
[ One day, Byleth will find out what was wrong with Count Rowe, and be quite grateful for his father's foresight in that regard... ]
There were other jobs that he didn't like, too. Some of our work didn't involve fighting. Every now and then, we were simply asked to find someone's runaway daughter. That was easy work. We'd just send one of our most charming mercenaries out to ask around, and we'd find out that the girl simply ran away with a boy from the village, or something innocent like that. But some merchant from the Alliance asked us to do this once, and Jeralt discovered that he'd been beating the girl on a regular basis, so we left without taking his money or finding his daughter.
[ The professor shakes his head grimly, letting his eyes flutter shut for a pensive moment. ]
Could have done far worse, I think. Should have, maybe. But that's the way Jeralt is. He doesn't want enemies, and he doesn't want to be remembered. I think he's fighting the inevitable. We're a memorable group.