[ it has certainly been loud, but yennefer has managed to find herself in a place where it does not bother her nearly as much. she enjoys the time outdoors, if only because it pulls her away from the damp air of the cell, and the pressing stench of bodies. of prisoners. she needs a bath, wants a bed, but refuses to let any of her discomfort show. the wound at her side is sore, and has bothered her more than it should lately, and part of her has entertained the thought that if she was finally to be taken it would be by her own body. again, however, she does not let it show - walking through the yard with her shoulder still back, her steps sure.
the gentle voice does cause her some pause, and when she looks to where the man means when he says there, she sees the tell tale signs of what is either a friendly spar, or an all out brawl. ]
Aren't the guards meant to keep this sort of thing from happening?
[ she does pause, though, waiting to see what will come of the commotion and in doing so, taking his advice. and she's not sure she's seen this man before, either, which has now piqued her curiosity. ]
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the gentle voice does cause her some pause, and when she looks to where the man means when he says there, she sees the tell tale signs of what is either a friendly spar, or an all out brawl. ]
Aren't the guards meant to keep this sort of thing from happening?
[ she does pause, though, waiting to see what will come of the commotion and in doing so, taking his advice. and she's not sure she's seen this man before, either, which has now piqued her curiosity. ]