Tathariel was trawelling on a barge from the Lost Peaks in the High Forest, after visiting the fey and centaurs of that area. She heard about the City of Yartar, and as a good place to find various imported food, and collected information, Tathariel choose to visit. She also hoped to find some kind of target for her curiosity, because just wandering around in the woods was an easy way to loose herself and a lot of time, without getting across clever traps and horny people. And horny in another way than having antlers, even if that time it was also fun.<br/><br/>Sitting, and occasionally standing on a barge as it crossed miles after miles on an increasing river, Tathariel of course was not alone. Trawelling with a merchant who went as far as to send people up into Dancing Falls, where even the dwarves died out from next to their forges, the wood elf met them and helped them explore the place, not that she found anything interesting to herself. Well, she could have had some fun on the way with the people, but she was not that desperate, and still hurt after the centaurs...<br/><br/>So, finally arriving under Yartar, Tathariel went up to the city through the Stone Bridge, smiling at the people thatsmiled at her, then went through the Fishyard, a little averse of the lingering smell of dead fish, but stopping and staring at an alchemist's stand for a little, just to ask if the overdressed redhead had anything to help with a body's hurting because of a too big lover - asking both for after and before, if she knew something.<br/><br/>Finally Tathariel would seek out the White Winged Griffion for dinner and night, but keeping her eyes open if she could catch a glimpse or maybe even meet the local Hands. They must have some information, or even a training ground she could visit for elaborate traps and getting better with locks.