<b>At the Fishyard</b><br/><br/>Turning her hand so her palm was towards the lightly touching fingers of the stallkeeper, the elf slightly stroked back to show some interest. "I would gladly try out if these would work on other parts too. It should be sensual and soothing." then she got ready to leave, adding "Call me Tathariel, child of the city." kind of saying that she still did not knew the other's name, but would be next time.<br/><br/><b>Streets of Yartar</b><br/><br/>"There is no pardon for being this clumsy, unless it was deliberate." the elf stated, obviously as an elf, she did not knew a lot of clumsy people, and she herself was graceful enough to help the woman stay on her feet. "Yes, I just arrived and looking at the sights, taking in the rumors, maybe I am looking for a job, maybe for entertainment..." she gladly traded the ointment back for the woman's purse or dagger herself later. Planning to get those or her stuff back, Tathariel hooked on her arm with hers, or even put her arm on her shoulder. "Led the way then, Miss...?"<br/><br/>Curiously following her into the warehouse Tathariel was still ready to draw a weapon if needed.