[ Geralt has hesitated to bring too many eyes into the fold; it is a delicate matter, especially for the Summoned in Thorne. The last thing he wants is to compromise Yennefer's escape or the messenger who delivered the warning. But there is someone he trusts thoroughly. Someone he cannot disregard, given the man's position in the city's guard. ]
I've received word there may be a play for the throne. I do not know when, how, or whom.
[It is late. John is generally accustomed to being up at this hour, and is at present sitting in his room relaxing with a book he has found to amuse himself in the little room he has claimed for his own in the Castle quarters. They are quite minimalist, and John knows he could request more for himself if he wants, but being a soldier and an army man he doesn't see the need for much beyond the necessities: a desk and chair to sit and write, a bed, a chest to store his belongings in, and a little shelf in the corner for extra odds and ends.
John is not particularly taken to noting network activity, however the message that appears is written in a familiar hand that catches his attention in such a way he knows it is addressed to him specifically. Instantly, he is awake and alert, glancing up from his book to read the bold letters that write themselves across the desk in front of him as he reads.
A play for the throne. Geralt would not warn him of this if he did not think the threat was legitimate. A frown pinches John's brow as he sets his book aside, already considering what he should do with this information. Alert the guard? It might draw too much attention upon himself, especially with so little information to back the claim.]
[ It is a relief to hear from John and know he has at least received the warning.
Geralt's reply is curt as usual; he could explain, but it isn't necessary with John. If he says he trusts the information, John will believe him. (There is a steadfast surety in that knowledgeโthe lack of doubt between them.) ]
[There is an unspoken trust between them. A trust born of years of quiet nights spent in forest cabins together. Out of the ashes of Thorneโs first collapse and the hand offered to keep Johnโs head above water. John understands that if Geralt has come to him with this, he must take it seriously.
Truth be told it isnโt a lot to work with but something of a warning is better than nothing. John is already up and dressing himself again, unable to stay idle despite the fact that there very well could be nothing afoot at this hour.]
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pre-event, shortly.
I've received word there may be a play for the throne.
I do not know when, how, or whom.
Be careful.
no subject
John is not particularly taken to noting network activity, however the message that appears is written in a familiar hand that catches his attention in such a way he knows it is addressed to him specifically. Instantly, he is awake and alert, glancing up from his book to read the bold letters that write themselves across the desk in front of him as he reads.
A play for the throne. Geralt would not warn him of this if he did not think the threat was legitimate. A frown pinches John's brow as he sets his book aside, already considering what he should do with this information. Alert the guard? It might draw too much attention upon himself, especially with so little information to back the claim.]
๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ช๐ ๐ ๐ช๐ถ ๐ผ๐พ๐ป๐น๐ป๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฝ๐ถ๐ธ๐ผ๐น๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ผ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ.
๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ฝ๐ป๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ธ๐พ๐ป๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ถ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฌ๐พ๐ป๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ?
[He would presume so, given the nature of this message, but he has to ask.]
no subject
Geralt's reply is curt as usual; he could explain, but it isn't necessary with John. If he says he trusts the information, John will believe him. (There is a steadfast surety in that knowledgeโthe lack of doubt between them.) ]
Yes.
no subject
Truth be told it isnโt a lot to work with but something of a warning is better than nothing. John is already up and dressing himself again, unable to stay idle despite the fact that there very well could be nothing afoot at this hour.]
๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ผ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐พ๐ช๐ป๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ผ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ท ๐พ๐ท๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ญ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ช๐ต ๐ฑ๐ช๐ผ ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ถ๐ช๐ท๐ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ผ๐พ๐น๐น๐ธ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ซ๐พ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ช๐ป๐ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ธ๐ท๐ผ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ต๐ช๐ฒ๐ถ๐ผ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ธ๐ท.
๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ญ ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ๐พ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท๐ผ ๐ซ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ท๐ฎ๐๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ผ ๐ซ๐ป๐ธ๐พ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐น ๐ฏ๐พ๐ป๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ท๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ป๐ถ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท.
๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ๐ฏ๐พ๐ต. ๐๐ท๐ญ ๐น๐ป๐ฎ๐น๐ช๐ป๐ฎ๐ญ. ๐๐ฏ ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ป๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ต๐ต.
[Little does he knowโฆ]