There are so many hazards to life on the road as it stands. When your livelihood depends on the approval of your talent there is a heavy importance of money to add to safety, supplies and lodging. Bards are not known to be skilled in warrior arts. Accidents do just happen. Yennefer prefers blunt, direct methods for a statement. What statement can be made for life carrying on as it does? Vermin don't live long. Providence to Valdo Marx because when Jaskier speaks again, her drive for justice disappears.

"What manner of song does a man that chooses to go by Valdo Marx sing?" Her bias is obvious. And she nestles against his back. "That's some gall to take another's work and tout it as your own. Is there not a guild of bards?" There's a high council for mages to decide the fate of the realm. Not that Yennefer heeds them anyway.

The conversation pauses for real important matters. Yennefer hums thoughtfully. "I do want the lavender salt. Rose too." All the floral and sweet. "Do they have any of the lemon and sage soaps? I keep meaning to buy some in Novigrad. Business is so distracting."