<b>Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall</b><br/><br/>"It is spring and the girls of the valley want to show their wares."  The seamstress said with a hearty laugh that shook her ample bosom and much of the ample rest of her.  With no shyness, the seamstress reached out and cupped Tathariel's breasts, lifting and squeezing them to consider just how the dress might accentuate her.  "Plenty to work with there my dear."  She told her, giving her tits an extra squeeze before releasing them and turning to her work.  "Oh yes, sure, sure, a cloak if you must, perhaps you would prefere a nuns habit?"  She teased even as she seemed to have already dismissed the elf.<br/><br/>"Pleased to meet you Tathariel."  Kimber replied, her eyes betraying her excitement at such an exotic figure entering her workshop.  Though clearly intrigued by the naked elf's body, the mention of secret blades and tools sparked a fire in the gnome smithy.  "You goin' after the slavers?"  She asked, clearly up on the latest word within the guild.  She hopped down lightly and picked up a thin leather belt.  "If I may?"  She asked as she slipped the belt around the naked elf's hips.  "I can put a blade here, front and back to help you cut bindings if they knot you up."  She suggested helpfully as she marked the leather to be at just the right tautness.  "Of course if they strip you...maybe add a couple garters to make it look sexy?"  She asked as she looked up with a raised eyebrow.