[Bless and curse the Witcher. He is right to warn of danger. That's his purpose. And it comes from care as much as survival. As they scurry through the party, the winding, older passages leading to the center of the tower, the source, clearly John is being pulled along by the sheer power.
The quiet buzzes in her ears as they finally break away. Torches ignite as they pass through the darkened halls. John is nowhere in sight.]
Fuck.
[They still must go. They must press on. There are too many here with agendas of their own to exploit this new truth.
The archmages have deemed their meeting adjourned and spill from one of the disappearing and reappearing rooms and wings. Of course John is there as they begin to file out. Why would he not be? Old, analytical eyes squint at him.]
no subject
The quiet buzzes in her ears as they finally break away. Torches ignite as they pass through the darkened halls. John is nowhere in sight.]
Fuck.
[They still must go. They must press on. There are too many here with agendas of their own to exploit this new truth.
The archmages have deemed their meeting adjourned and spill from one of the disappearing and reappearing rooms and wings. Of course John is there as they begin to file out. Why would he not be? Old, analytical eyes squint at him.]