Admittedly, Yasha hadn't thought too much about the specifics of the task they'd been set. There will always people who have jobs they need doing for coin, and she's good at doing what she's told to do in order to get that. The muscle is standard pricing; personal opinions cost extra.

"... I don't know."

A job is a job is a job, but Yasha also knows all too well the feeling of being enslaved. The thought of helping to further such a blight doesn't sit well with her. Thankfully, they both seem to be in a position to be able to do something about it. She, like him, has her broadsword strapped to her back in plain sight of anybody who might be thinking of trying something.

"But it sounds like you think that we are."