John had been enjoying a drink in the bar when he felt Nero's arrival. The hairs on his arm stood on end and he could feel the shattering of magical protections and wards. Something was wrong. Very wrong. He knew what he should do. Down his drink. Walk away. That simple. Right? Right?
John did at least down the last of his drink and picked his coat up, pulling it on before he went off in the direction of that strange feeling. He was curious. More than he knew he should be. He could sense danger. What if Bryn was in trouble? He had to do something.
It didn't take long before he was standing outside the office. That feeling only grew stronger the closer he got. Taking in a deep breath, he adjusted his collar and pushed the door open, all the confidence in the world accompanying each step. "You've changed a bit. You done something with your hair?" he asked casually as he walked into the room, stopping only to light a cigarette.