[ Mm. Frankly, he imagines they'd be hard-pressed to find someone who would not like John.
They have got a history. Not a long one, but still more connected than their brief interactions on the Continent would imply. Yen. Stregobor. Triss. And wherever the fuck the monoliths belong in all of that.
He does not owe Istredd an explanation. Nor anyone. But a part of him is fond enough of John, and he has had enough to drink, that he finds himself offering more. ]
I met him at the masquerade in the Feywilds. [ The Fey have since gone silent, which he imagines is for the best. He does not care for their tittering and games and hidden agendas. ] In our dreams, he was injured after Thorne fell. I worry prophecy may become reality.
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They have got a history. Not a long one, but still more connected than their brief interactions on the Continent would imply. Yen. Stregobor. Triss. And wherever the fuck the monoliths belong in all of that.
He does not owe Istredd an explanation. Nor anyone. But a part of him is fond enough of John, and he has had enough to drink, that he finds himself offering more. ]
I met him at the masquerade in the Feywilds. [ The Fey have since gone silent, which he imagines is for the best. He does not care for their tittering and games and hidden agendas. ] In our dreams, he was injured after Thorne fell. I worry prophecy may become reality.