<b>At the Fishyard</b><br/><br/>"Betty," the alchemist offered, bowing her head slightly in greeting, "not nearly as exotic, but hopefully still memorable."<br/><br/>She smiled, watching the slow sashay of the elf's hips as she wandered away. It really would be such a shame if this<i>fish</i>did turn out to be off-limits. Then, shaking off that particular preoccupation, Betty gave one last sweep of the marketplace, (just to make sure there were no other customers in sight), before beginning to clear away her stall. The slender girl worked with smooth efficiency, excitement adding urgency to the routine activity.<br/><br/>Once she had stowed all of her gear, Betty made her way to the rendezvous. Although it was only a short distance from the marketplace, the alchemist chose a long and circuitous path and frequently doubled back on herself. The tradecraft had been drilled into the naïve redhead and her efforts to avoid being followed now bordered on paranoia. But, eventually, Betty arrived at a rather non-descript side door to<b>Yatar Cart and Barge</b>.<br/><br/>She knocked sharply on the old wood and waited until the eye-level slot opened before identifying herself to the waiting guardian.