starter for @nephils
yennefer slid gracefully onto one of the hard wooden benches in the tavern. as always she looked out of place among the towns people and their hard worn faces. ageless and lovely as ever. she was a masterpiece, carved from stone, shaped, and set aside, locked away never to be her own again. âi hope youâre going to a buy a lady a drink, dragging her all the way out to a place like this,â she said, drumming her fingers softly against the wood of the table.Â

















