[ yennefer had never really paid much mind to nott - a town as old and downtrodden as its crumbling buildings. a city well passed its prime. she's seen cities and kingdoms fall just like nott has, and she is well aware of the centers of black market dealings and less than legal agreements that get made here. perhaps that is part of the reason she gave it so little attention, before - most of what she knew of the place involved summoned attempting to flee the castle, looking for a way out. the less attention she gave it, she reasoned, the less the crown would have less of a reason to go looking.
but this is hardly the first back-water town yennefer has made her way in. and maybe that is why it's almost easy for her to slip into it now - and old life, a worn boot. when they'd escaped the castle, the only thing she'd brought with her had been her alchemy materials, and the very clothes on her back. while those first few days had been spent with her head tucked low and her appearance changed just enough, it wasn't long before she'd noticed the need. the market.
she spends her evenings now in a boarding house - a bunk that she barely scrapes by enough to pay for. but it is enough, for now, that it doesn't smell like fish. enough that she can store the things she needs, has a small amount of privacy to do her work. all it had taken was a single overheard conversation, a small amount of persuasion, and the word of mouth of the city itself had done the rest.
yennefer's focus is on survival, mostly. making deals, collecting coin, finding the ingredients she needs to keep going. she knows that thancred and stephen are chasing their own paths, finding their own ways, but for some reason the city seems to be just large enough that she gets used to not seeing them about. she should know better, though, should know that with their constantly shifting task lists, it was only a matter of time.
still - there's a kind of tension that shoots through yennefer when thancred steps out from around the corner and she realizes she's being watched. it's just enough that a spell is prepared, just enough that if another breath had gone by, whatever figure he was wouldn't still be standing there. but it is thancred, and the spell dissipates. instead, her brow arches. ]
They're healing potions, Thancred. Hardly the most clandestine remedy I've been known to sell. [ yennefer shrugs, and continues to walk - assuming thancred will keep step with her. ]
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but this is hardly the first back-water town yennefer has made her way in. and maybe that is why it's almost easy for her to slip into it now - and old life, a worn boot. when they'd escaped the castle, the only thing she'd brought with her had been her alchemy materials, and the very clothes on her back. while those first few days had been spent with her head tucked low and her appearance changed just enough, it wasn't long before she'd noticed the need. the market.
she spends her evenings now in a boarding house - a bunk that she barely scrapes by enough to pay for. but it is enough, for now, that it doesn't smell like fish. enough that she can store the things she needs, has a small amount of privacy to do her work. all it had taken was a single overheard conversation, a small amount of persuasion, and the word of mouth of the city itself had done the rest.
yennefer's focus is on survival, mostly. making deals, collecting coin, finding the ingredients she needs to keep going. she knows that thancred and stephen are chasing their own paths, finding their own ways, but for some reason the city seems to be just large enough that she gets used to not seeing them about. she should know better, though, should know that with their constantly shifting task lists, it was only a matter of time.
still - there's a kind of tension that shoots through yennefer when thancred steps out from around the corner and she realizes she's being watched. it's just enough that a spell is prepared, just enough that if another breath had gone by, whatever figure he was wouldn't still be standing there. but it is thancred, and the spell dissipates. instead, her brow arches. ]
They're healing potions, Thancred. Hardly the most clandestine remedy I've been known to sell. [ yennefer shrugs, and continues to walk - assuming thancred will keep step with her. ]