[ Geralt's message arrives through a different method than usual; the shimmering scribbles have always been impersonal for him, a way to reach others quickly when they haven't another option. This, he thinks, is not a pressing matter. And it does not necessitate an immediate reply.
John will instead find a folded piece of parchment pinned to the Beefsteak's door with a small dagger, a wolf's head decorating the pommel. ]
John,
I expect the transition has been a bit shit for all of us. I'm still unravelling much of it myself, but you should know I remember our extended time together. I do not regret those memories.
I hear Nocwich will reopen its gates. When it does, I'll be there after sundownโthe inn by the eastern corner.
[John has not been expecting such a note, but to say that he is relieved to receive one would not do his emotions justice. He has been feeling... A certain mix of emotions, since they had returned from where they had been sent. As such, he did not know quite how to reach out to Geralt.
He is grateful the other knows him well enough to understand this and reach out as he has.
John's lips curl as he reads the note over, fingers tracing along the paper it was written on. Grateful for the tangible proof of his words (he too has always thought the shimmering style of the mind messages a bit too informal and peculiar for his tastes). The wolf-headed dagger laid before him on the desk, John pens his own reply, which Geralt will find slipped under the front door of the main hall of Kaer Morhen. It reads, in John's elegant hand:]
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John will instead find a folded piece of parchment pinned to the Beefsteak's door with a small dagger, a wolf's head decorating the pommel. ]
I expect the transition has been a bit shit for all of us. I'm still unravelling much of it myself, but you should know I remember our extended time together. I do not regret those memories.
I hear Nocwich will reopen its gates. When it does, I'll be there after sundownโthe inn by the eastern corner.
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He is grateful the other knows him well enough to understand this and reach out as he has.
John's lips curl as he reads the note over, fingers tracing along the paper it was written on. Grateful for the tangible proof of his words (he too has always thought the shimmering style of the mind messages a bit too informal and peculiar for his tastes). The wolf-headed dagger laid before him on the desk, John pens his own reply, which Geralt will find slipped under the front door of the main hall of Kaer Morhen. It reads, in John's elegant hand:]
๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ช๐ต๐ฝ,
๐ฆ๐ธ๐ป๐ญ๐ผ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ฎ๐๐น๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ ๐ฐ๐ป๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐พ๐ต ๐ ๐ช๐ถ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป ๐ฏ๐ป๐ธ๐ถ ๐๐ธ๐พ, ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ฒ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ท๐ต๐ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ผ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ช ๐ฏ๐ช๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท. ๐๐ผ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ช๐ฒ๐ญ, ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ผ ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ช๐ท ๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ ๐ช๐ญ๐ณ๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ, ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ ๐ถ๐๐ผ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฏ ๐ซ๐ช๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ป๐ท๐ฎ. ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฝ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ธ๐พ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ญ ๐ด๐ท๐ธ๐๐ท, ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ถ๐ช๐ท๐ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ผ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐พ๐ท๐ญ ๐ถ๐๐ผ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ.
๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐พ๐ท๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ช๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ, ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ. ๐๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ซ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐ธ๐ญ๐ผ. ๐๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ป๐ช๐ท๐ฐ๐ฎ, ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ท ๐๐ธ๐ป๐ต๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ถ๐ฒ๐ต๐ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐น๐ป๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ถ๐ฎ. ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป, ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ฒ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ญ๐ธ ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ด๐ท๐ธ๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ท๐ธ๐.
๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ, ๐ฒ๐ท ๐๐ธ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฑ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ผ๐พ๐ท๐ญ๐ธ๐๐ท, ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท ๐ซ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป๐ท ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ป๐ท๐ฎ๐ป.
๐จ๐ธ๐พ๐ป๐ผ,
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