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[ordinar]

[At some point, when he's exhausted down to his bones but knows he won't be able to sleep yet, it hits Wilhelm that the people who might normally take it upon themselves to make an announcement in this situation are, for the most part, sitting in jail or lying low in Nott. Then, tentatively, he arrives at the terrifying conclusion that he could actually qualify as a responsible adult.

So, here goes.]

Hey everyone.

Um.

Castle Thorne was bombed earlier tonight. Or, I don't know if they were bombs exactly, but there were huge flashes of light when they hit.

As far as I know, no Summoned were injured badly. A lot of soldiers were killed though. I think the wards around the castle protected it from the worst of the blast, but it did get damaged.

I don't know if anywhere else in Thorne was attacked. I haven't heard anything from Nott.

I saw one of the devices that was dropped, or what was left of it. It was metal and had an arcana sign engraved on it. I think we can assume it's from the Free Cities.

Anyway, that's...pretty much everything I know. If you have more info, go ahead and share it.

[Threadjacking encouraged, obviously. This message is sent a few hours after the attack.]

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[iustise]

[Ah. He would have liked to have broken this news to Geralt in perhaps a gentler way, however he has been rather busy until now…]

𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓭𝓾𝓽𝔂.

[gynvael]

Where are you now?

[iustise]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽. 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓾𝓹.

[Hence why he now has time to check in on the network.

Is this an answer? It’s half of one, but it’s notably less straightforward than John might’ve given on a good day. Because this certainly has not been a good day for him.]

[gynvael]

[ It's enough of one. Mostly, Geralt only wants some assurance John is not still out there or, worse, sent back on duty. ]

Come see me.
When you've time.

[iustise]

[John spent hours out there, but he knows how to follow orders. When to call it, when there is nothing more he can do. Nothing more that can be done.

It is not a particularly good feeling. Not a particularly good end to a particularly terrible day. He wishes he could simply go to Geralt now. Take comfort in the solid presence of him. It is difficult to be alone, at a time such as this. But John does not voice such things. Instead he says:]

𝓘 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮. 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮?

[Good god, he is so tired, it reads even here.]

[gynvael]

As before.
I'll be there.

[ The inn that is now theirs, in Nocwich, because that is where they first truly met. He should like to see John now, as well. He wants to be assured that the man is in one fucking piece and stays that way.

But he knows better. So he will wait. ]

[iustise]

𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

[And for now? He supposes he will go wash up, wait for his next set of orders, and try to simply keep himself alive until then…]