Hardly a tavern meant that there was hardly much to the structure of the place. Five men, and the items strewn over the splintering wood table. It did not paint a beautiful picture in Yennefer's mind. Her jaw set and her fists clenched. Her eyes did not glow but violet certainly looks hard and frightening in a glare or so she has been told.

"What have you done with the man that owned these possessions?" is that a more direct question? She was speaking the common tongue. Though they all looked as though they had some troll lineage. Disgust has it's way of coloring Yennefer's gaze she snatches up the blue jewel. Perhaps she can retrace steps after dealing with garbage.

Yennefer breathes in, the air feels thinner because of it. The Eds and Earls would find their movements are like they're treading through mud. They can't move for their weapons and protect the goods at once. She collected the coin purse. The lute will be next. The money Jaskier would part with, the trinket too. The lute? It makes dread heavy in her stomach. This was his pride, joy and true love. Holding it for a moment is an embrace to his whole self right now. Despair and worry must take a step away while logic and her temper settle the score.

"Are you going to behave or am I to pull answers from you?"