<b>At the Fishyard</b><br/><br/>"I am quite limber, child of the city, but I still need a Hand to help me. And if this helps outside, something to spread it deep inside too. I can always wait a little bit for whatever you are making up next. Maybe I should come over for you to make sure I apply it the right way..." Tathariel eyed back the redhaired girl, with a light smile. Using a couple of signs from what she learned of the thieves' chant hand gestures, the wood elf emphasized not only with his voice and word, that she was looking for the Hand of Yartar. Not necessarily the alchemist herself, but anyone near by taking an interest.<br/><br/>"Would it be acceptable if I gave you a silver now, and anything I can gave you when you ask for it next time?" she was not unaccustomed to playful females, however, always having enough males around for whatever she would need them, Tathariel was not really experienced or interested in other girls. But she would always love trying out new things and savor different tastes...<br/><br/>"I am off to the inn now, should we meet me here tomorrow?" she would spend the remainder the day meandering towards the inn anyway, then looking around the city for the next days, so Tathariel kind of hoped that the 'unguent' would work, and she would have other new experiences too.