When his sending stone chimed, he hadn't expected the voice that came through it, but it's certainly not unwelcome. He pulls the stone from where he keeps it in the breast pocket of his coat, listening with a keen interest. Sure, he's out on errands right now, but considering how completely and utterly thrilled he sounds--- God, how often is it that people call him with good, exciting news anymore?--- how could he deny that call to come have a look? He's barely even left the Bluffs; a small detour to Northwest Hollow to meet a friend is well worth the slight trek out of the way.
"You caught me at a good time, coincidentally. I'm in the neighborhood," Jon's attention skims over the roads, trying to wrack his mind for house numbers and directions. "If it's as incredible as you're letting on, I think the trip to the market can wait just a while more. Can I ask what it is, or am I going to have to wait to see?"
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Date: 2024-10-09 12:04 am (UTC)"You caught me at a good time, coincidentally. I'm in the neighborhood," Jon's attention skims over the roads, trying to wrack his mind for house numbers and directions. "If it's as incredible as you're letting on, I think the trip to the market can wait just a while more. Can I ask what it is, or am I going to have to wait to see?"