[John pushes himself to stand, moving to pack a small bag of belongings, about the size he would need if he were being sent out with the rest of the guard. It is likely all that he will be able to take with him -- anything that does not fit will seem suspicious. He is allegedly packing for war, not for good.
Reaching up to the ledge beside his trunk, John fetches a small carved wooden acorn, slipping it into the inner pocket of his jacket for safe-keeping.
Geralt is right. Everything he has said is solid, and Yennefer and Istredd are powerful magic users who will be able to defend themselves and John if need be. And his advice is sound. Once John gets out of Thorne, he will be in the clear.
John cannot help the small part of him that longs for reassurance rather than rescue, however. But now is not the time for such indulgences, he can fret once his feet are on solid ground again.]
𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮?
[About the only question he can think of -- how will he know where to look when John knows nothing of the Badlands himself?]
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Reaching up to the ledge beside his trunk, John fetches a small carved wooden acorn, slipping it into the inner pocket of his jacket for safe-keeping.
Geralt is right. Everything he has said is solid, and Yennefer and Istredd are powerful magic users who will be able to defend themselves and John if need be. And his advice is sound. Once John gets out of Thorne, he will be in the clear.
John cannot help the small part of him that longs for reassurance rather than rescue, however. But now is not the time for such indulgences, he can fret once his feet are on solid ground again.]
𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮?
[About the only question he can think of -- how will he know where to look when John knows nothing of the Badlands himself?]