<b>Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall</b><br/><br/>Alma poured another glass of wine, picked up the second glass and walked over to where Tathariel rested on the floor.  She admired the after glow of the elf's lovely skin as she handed her the wine glass, holding up her own and drinking as if to toast her success.  "I am confident in your skills, though intrigued as to your<i>real </i>reason for being here."  Her raised eyebrow and stress on the word hinting that she was not fond of being deceived.  She needn't go far to find something softer as Natalie opened some sliding doors to reveal a luxurious sofa just beyond the frame that had held her.  "Please make yourself comfortable."  Alma offered, offering a hand to the recovering woman.  As Tathariel suggested a continuing of playing, Natalie looked to Alma who simply nodded.  The next song was a bit less lively than most of her other selections, providing a soothing, after-climax buzz.  It might be distracting to a lesser focused or experienced individual.