Wizard talk... or someone with a stupifying deficit of attention. Then again, Ianthe was a necromantic genius.

"Likely whatever was keeping you all in Borovia isn't as strong as that which brought us here. We don't know that either," Ianthe pointed out. "And there's a huge difference between being shackled as a prisoner and bondage-- And you're not listening anymore."

Ianthe trailed after Peony and watched her browse the vendor's wares, staying just behind her as to not crowd. The vendor looked at Ianthe, at her collar, then at Peony and her cuff. A questioning eyebrow was raised at the Deathwarden and Ianthe shook her head. No, this Dominant had not claimed her. Which meant, no discount, no easy barter for Peony. Not during the festival.

Ianthe was looking forward to listening to this interaction. It should be entertaining.