Only a few specs of dust and a rogue page of a long forgotten piece of music rustle through with them. Yennefer brushes her hair over her shoulder. The portal disappears behind them. "You could say they're my specialty." It's impossible not to glow under his admiration. "The first magic I had ever seen outside of a story." That had been so very, very long ago. "Why travel any other way of you can go by portal?" There are reasons, yes, yes, but it is so fast.

Now that is how it is to be done! Though the side trip to the private study room at the University was a calm that fortified their resolve. Back to civilization now. The room is very fine indeed. She would have been pleased with it based on the furnishing lone. Oxenfurt stylistically was so very refined in a way that Redania wished it would be and without the lofty airs of Toussaint. Why was it that she didn't wander this way? Having such an enthusiastic guide with such close ties has added to the preexisting charms of the town.

"Jaskier! Tell me please that you've been saving for this and will not be hurting for money when the festival is through." The Golden Fawn in Temeria was pricey, she would never pretend it wasn't. This is a new tier of refinement especially on the eve of the Liberal Arts Festival. The room and his latest additions to his already fine wardrobe collection. This is spending befitting a viscount. Yennefer knows on good authority he would never use funds or his family name to do such a thing.