"Is... this a joke?" Whoever or whatever powers sought to pull multiple individuals from other spheres truly had a dark and evil humor. They were here without rhyme or reason to stay in close to squalor. The farm house was not the worst Yennefer had ever seen. It was large, yes. Four walls, a roof that stood on for the most part. Vermin? Well, it was a farm. Being here and the smell of hay made her skin want to crawl from the visceral feeling of being in such a place.

She will get over it. She always prevails. But expressing disgust keeps some manner of energy flowing through her, bottling it up could be disastrous.

"We come here and these are our accommodations." Yes, her nose was wrinkled in disgust as she steps further into the property.