So: this is a first. No one's ever knocked at John's door, not since he had the admittedly very funny idea of keeping skeletons in his closet. That last bit might be backfiring, because when he goes to let the stranger in, it's with an air of guilty chagrin. Like they'll sense it. Which, if his visitor is Palamedes, they totally will.

That'll definitely help him sell the I'm-not-an-evil-tyrant thing.

"Need something?" He's a little bemused to find an unfamiliar guy standing in the hall, but if somebody sent him along, it must be for a reason. It'd be nice to hear that his rep as a healer withstood the skeleton war.