If they aren't, they won't be my partners.

[ Her words were venomous, but there's still a twist of her lips upwards in appreciation for the conversation being as blunt as it was. Yennefer would have no qualms in denying anyone contracts unless she finds it absolutely suitable to agree upon. Temperament, other than hers, is extremely important.

The passing of flyers was almost insulting, so mundane as if the group were children. Ozy is quite loud about his distaste of the reading offered, her own eyes scanning over as she tries to sense some truth to their words — no. She finds none. They're novice despite the years, all fluff and frill with no demeanor over this caste system they proudly encompass. ]

This symbolism is trite and irrelevant. Only trust that's needed is to ensure one lives comfortably and can offer enough pleasure for their agreement. This society or what have it isn't built on human tables or footrests.

[ Yennefer turns, taking a few steps away towards and exit. Her words carry — ]

I wonder if there's a more truthful display of the order around here. Tell me — are there better places than this tame display?