<a class="username" data-user-id="5587" data-username="@ChrisGabriel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/5587/">@ChrisGabriel</a><br/><br/><b><span style="font-size: 18px">Streets of Yartar</span></b><br/><br/>Tathariel's gestures and contacts did not go unnoticed in the streets of Yartar as few things escaped the notice of the local thieves guild, the Hand of Yartar.  Made up solely of females it had eyes everywhere.  The shapely elf was intercepted not long after leaving the fishyard.  A pretty, yet in many ways non-descript<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f1/69/44/f16944074fcfe19d7be763ed4bcfccda.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">woman</a>bumped into her.  "Pardon my clumsiness."  The woman said as her eyes took in the elf's pretty face and features.  "New here?  I ain't seen ya round before?"  She asked, a bit more forward than polite conversation might allow, though it would depend very much upon Tathariel's disposition and mood at the moment.<br/><br/>Before what might seem like innocent small talk ended she produced the unguent container so recently acquired, apparently having lifted it off the thief's person.  "And what might this be for?  You get a bit of the pox at your last stay?"  The lewd innuendo as to the elf's quality of bedfellows a more open taunt.  She tossed it back at the elf then told her.  "If you lookin' for the Hand, well it has a way of findin' ya first.  Follow me if you want to know more."<br/><br/>Without looking back to see if she was followed or not, the woman continued up two blocks then a block to the right.  She then looked up and down the street before knocking on the door of what looked like a shipping warehouse.  As the door opened she looked back for the first time to see if Tathariel had decided to follow.