[John is honestly grateful that they have at least been given this much notice. It will be difficult enough to plan his escape overnight, but he's been in the army. He knows they could have very well been ordered to pack up and ship out right then and there.

Istredd and Yennefer. Portal magic. John takes in a breath, letting it out slowly as he reads Geralt's blocky scrawl. There is a tone of command to Geralt's words that Geralt does not usually direct toward John himself. John finds he does not particularly mind just now however, relieved that Geralt seems to have at least some idea of how this should all play out.]

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰? 𝓘𝓯 𝓢𝓲𝓭𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓘 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽, 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓮, 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓽.