Something of power came out of it. Nothing grand, nothing that couldn't have been more than a simple... I don't know, influence to... name magic. Maybe just willpower. [He wishes he could explain more but the name on his lantern was someone that had died.
He doesn't know who put his name down and he still doesn't know how to interpret what he felt.
It's Complicated, as most things.
He is surprised when she expresses not knowing about the spell. Whoops. Sorry, Istredd.] We were given a package from a... courier or something. [which was suspicious enough as it is] with a note and a blank tarot card. [He explains the contents of the note: that there was a potential, unknown threat to the delegates and that the spell was meant as a defensive, protective precaution.
He swipes a clean sheet of parchment and holds it between two fingers as though it was a card.] The card needed to be heated until the image was revealed and left fifteen minutes for the ink to dry and hid somewhere facedown discreetly. No rips, burns, anything to mess up the card or the spell wouldn't work. No information about what it was meant to achieve either.
[He opens his fingers and the page flutters down to the table. His voice is very, very quiet. Someone that hopes beyond hope that Yennefer's workplace is damn secure from eavesdropping and scrying but still trying to keep as subtle as possible.] I just think if they can meteor-strike a city that they should be able to give a less-flimsy protection spell, regardless how short notice it may have been. [It's clear that he blames Thorne itself for what happened to her. There's enough note of warning to his voice that he hopes she's considering the officials to be just as dangerous, if not more, than whatever the queen is saying about any other faction.
He doesn't even trust what happened to Grigory not to have been staged, but he doesn't dare say that part aloud.]
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He doesn't know who put his name down and he still doesn't know how to interpret what he felt.
It's Complicated, as most things.
He is surprised when she expresses not knowing about the spell. Whoops. Sorry, Istredd.] We were given a package from a... courier or something. [which was suspicious enough as it is] with a note and a blank tarot card. [He explains the contents of the note: that there was a potential, unknown threat to the delegates and that the spell was meant as a defensive, protective precaution.
He swipes a clean sheet of parchment and holds it between two fingers as though it was a card.] The card needed to be heated until the image was revealed and left fifteen minutes for the ink to dry and hid somewhere facedown discreetly. No rips, burns, anything to mess up the card or the spell wouldn't work. No information about what it was meant to achieve either.
[He opens his fingers and the page flutters down to the table. His voice is very, very quiet. Someone that hopes beyond hope that Yennefer's workplace is damn secure from eavesdropping and scrying but still trying to keep as subtle as possible.] I just think if they can meteor-strike a city that they should be able to give a less-flimsy protection spell, regardless how short notice it may have been. [It's clear that he blames Thorne itself for what happened to her. There's enough note of warning to his voice that he hopes she's considering the officials to be just as dangerous, if not more, than whatever the queen is saying about any other faction.
He doesn't even trust what happened to Grigory not to have been staged, but he doesn't dare say that part aloud.]