Office #18, Saturday 9/26

[tellmehowstuffworks]

Oh, right. Yennefer had an office.

She pushed the door open slowly and carefully, then flicked the light on, prepared for pretty much anything. Aside from the mountain of mail overflowing from the inbox, it didn't seem to be in terrible condition. She could work with this. It was a bit sterile, but redecorating would have to wait until after the weekend. And until after she'd dealt with all of that mail. Yennefer eyed it warily, wondering if she could just burn it. No. There might be something important in there.

Anyone stopping by to see Yennefer would find her working her way through approximately nine million pieces of junk mail and tossing them into the wastebasket.

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[scoffs_at_tchalla]

Okoye smirked slightly. "In an endless variety of ways," she said. "I am Okoye, the head of the Dora Milaje, the guard for the royal family of Wakanda."

[tellmehowstuffworks]

"Ah, you're here about Shuri, then," Yennefer said. "I am Yennefer of Vengerburg. Please, have a seat. I've been curious about your country. Shuri's strategies in my class suggest she's used to dealing with, shall we say, a highly reasonable grade of person."

[scoffs_at_tchalla]

Okoye took a seat. "Yes," Okoye said, "we have been blessed with good leadership for many generations."