"Good, very good," a bit inane to say but given that they are surrounded with rivaling lords that are not alive, Yennefer would take this. So far the most sensible alliance would be with a magic user and a living person. Their hands parted and she would hold them closer to the fire to fend the chill. At least one chill. The flames dance and move, throwing their shadows over the dull terrain.

Her brow furrowed at the news. A farm. "Are there no other places? No inns? No gentry of respectable repute?" Though at this point she would take disrespectful repute. She was not sure why she was asking these things. Yennefer's expression softened a few degrees from her scowl.

"...Yes, I suppose I will go to this farm." Not her first choice, second or even in the top five choices. She has so few resources and it would be best to reserve the strength she has.