[ fourth such volunteers didn't acknowledge exactly the gravity of the situation, yennefer supposes. though she could see tutors from orlais prefer to keep their heads on their necks and damn the rest of the world otherwise. should they be the one thing keeping the holy head of their ship aloft.

where does that land her? she supposes she would have been one of them once upon a time. she would have laughed openly in fiona's face for asking her of all people to help. to potentially sacrifice her life. one held in precious measure above anything else, sent her fleeing from the circle ages ago. funny, how things change. people grow. ]

I knew what I would be signing up for when I agreed.

[ simple, almost dismissive for as much as gwen has put into deterring her. though she sees it as not a deliberate attempt to shun her away. merely a cold and firm display of exactly what this all is. it's not a fantastic offer. it's actually a rather shite one. what is she due to get all of this? it's not really glory she's looking after. ]

The existence of you, of your inquisition, is unprecedented. All those who take pilgrimage to this keep do to knowing they may not live to survive the outcome of this cause.

[ looking out towards the hall where voices are distantly buzzing. all these people. maybe only half of them truly understand the weight of their alliance. maybe the other expect that they will foolishly succeed in their endeavors without feeling the cold bite of loss. what has she left to lose? she has no one. it makes deciding all the easier. ]

I suppose I am one of them. Take me where you need to.