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Geralt is always reachable by the network. Unless it's an emergency, expect not to hear back for a few hours, if not a few days.

To talk to him in person, you'll need to be in Cadens or go to his domain, a snowy mountain fortress. Yard is open; doors are locked. If he isn't around, leave a delivery with the white wolf.

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[gynvael]

[ It helps he's made this journey himself, then later with Julie and Nadine.

As for Yen, she's fled a coup overnight after, on the surface, having faithfully served the deposed queen. Aiding John will be at the bottom of her list of crimes. ]

Yes. They can look after themselves.
The crown won't pursue you past their borders.
The Badlands are firmly occupied by the Cities.

[iustise]

[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?]

[gynvael]

[ Geralt is, unfortunately, not able to read John's body language only his words—and so he cannot discern exactly what state of mind the other might be in.

But it's most crucial to get him out. Then they can talk. ]

Position of the sun.
Landmarks.
And your scent.

I'll find you.
I promise.

[iustise]

[Agreed. They can talk more once he's free of this place, without the threat of the war looming over either of their heads.]

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮. 𝓘 𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼, 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓘 𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓪𝔂.

[gynvael]

There's nothing to repay.

Be careful.