[ John has no love for the way the old, wrinkled types squint at him and try to peel him apart by gaze alone. It sets his teeth on edge and he's already moving again before Stregebor comes out. If anything, he wants as much distance between himself and that other old bastard as he can get. Makes his skin crawl, that one.
So he's back to following the magic, letting it guide him through the ancient halls, feeling the lick of it like fire on his fingertips. A whisper of promise that tugs him along like a thread he can't see.
Unbeknownst to him, Stregebor watches his retreat with interest then looks over as Yennefer and Geralt arrive. The smile that turns up the corners of his mouth is cold and knowing. Geralt only barely manages to swallow down a snarl. ]
We're wasting time with this useless dance around the rest of them. Stregebor senses something, we need to get to John quickly. Is there another way to him?
[ He doesn't care what rules might be in place to prevent modes of travel if there are any. The important thing is getting to the young mage alone in this dangerous place. ]
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So he's back to following the magic, letting it guide him through the ancient halls, feeling the lick of it like fire on his fingertips. A whisper of promise that tugs him along like a thread he can't see.
Unbeknownst to him, Stregebor watches his retreat with interest then looks over as Yennefer and Geralt arrive. The smile that turns up the corners of his mouth is cold and knowing. Geralt only barely manages to swallow down a snarl. ]
We're wasting time with this useless dance around the rest of them. Stregebor senses something, we need to get to John quickly. Is there another way to him?
[ He doesn't care what rules might be in place to prevent modes of travel if there are any. The important thing is getting to the young mage alone in this dangerous place. ]