“I don’t want to have anything to do with Vilgefortz. Saying I’m a sorceress doesn’t equal following his own set of rules”, she swirled the contents of her glass, abstenmindedly staring at the dark wine, “Saying I’m a sorceress, besides, doesn’t put me in the same level as Lady Eilhart-- I can’t seem to find comfort in her motives, nor on her way to put magic above others... Which is something common between our kind, yet not an idea I share”
Rolling her eyes, Lily placed the glass carefully on top of his desk and stood up, pacing across the room. She eyed the paintings hanging around and one of them caught her attention.
“I thought they’d knew better! Yennefer... Triss... After what they’ve been through in Sodden Hill! Politics can’t be left in the hands of magic, and I thought that was a known fact! I don’t care what Vilgefortz say, I don’t care whar Lady Eilhart says. We have enough power. Taking over the non magical community it’s tilting the balance with nothing but unfairness”, she turned around, “I’m no sorceress of the chapter, and will never be. I’m not foolish enough to go against it, of course--- Vilgefortz isn’t someone I want to cross paths with--- and who painted this?”
She pointed at the prettiest painting of all, not being able to recognize the traces.