With her consent, Jinn fell into step beside Yennefer as they resumed their stroll through the market. "Once. There are taverns and gambling dens for those so inclined. Brawls around every corner. Even a ship or two ripe for the stealing, if you want to risk your neck for not much gain." Ships, like birds and helpful helpers, couldn't be brought back to the hotel.
At least no one had managed it so far, which perhaps wasn't the same as calling it impossible.
"It isn't my first choice, but it's something to do. Somewhere to be." That wasn't the hotel with its disappearing guests, he meant. That wasn't dread and doubt and tedium.
A woman in a bright orange dress called down to them from an open window, her cleavage so generous it nearly spilled out of her gown. Jinn glanced up, eyepatches and all, then cut a glance toward Yennefer. "I forgot to mention the brothels."