<b>Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall</b><br/><br/>Alma watched with interest to learn what sort of chemistry these two barely acquainted females might have and if any sort of a bond might develop between them.  Tathariel seemed, at least at first, much more interested in impressing her fellow thieves, but that was to be somewhat expected.  As she asked about how she might be judged as for speed or results.  "Speed is not always of prime importance in our line of work my dear, judging when the time is<i>right</i>, is at least as important."  She said as if to a young protege, even though the elf may have been pushing three times her age in years, she was still quite young by the standards of elves, and in her experience as a thief.  Though clearly very talented.  "But in the end, your ability to get free is the only thing that matters.  Hopefully you won't spoil our entertainment by doing so<i>too </i>quickly."  She offered as something of a challenge to the confident beginner.<br/><br/>Betty seemed quite tender in her ministrations, enough so that Alma wondered if she was falling for the attractive elf.  The guild mistress had no idea of the more wicked desires of the alchemist.   She doubted the elf required the tenderness she was offered and wondered if Tathariel might actually prefer to be handled more roughly.  But that was for the two of them to figure between themselves and she stayed silent.  She half imagined the elf breaking the humans heart at some point but it was too early to tell and love was not Alma's strongest suit anyway.<br/><br/>Despite her attempts at being secretive, Tathariel was very much on display with many sets of eyes taking in her every move.  That might change as the evening wore on but that was certainly not the case at the moment.  She smiled as Tathariel was not at all shy about suggestions for Betty, so far things looked promising between them.