<a class="username" data-user-id="22820" data-username="@Ampere" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/22820/">@Ampere</a><br/><br/><b><span style="font-size: 18px">Fishyard - Yartar Cart and Barge</span></b><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">The Yartar Cart and Barge company supplied warehousing and loading for the sundry goods that flowed in and around Yartar from both river and road.  It was a reasonably successful business that also provided an excellent front for the much more profitable business of smuggling and fencing of stolen properties.  Both occupations fell to the three score and six women who made up the Hand of Yartar thieves guild.  Non-descript was clearly the motif of most everything about the company, from the side door on the Fishyard level where Betty knocked, to the large warehouse where <b>Tathariel </b>was evading traps.  All were part of the same massive warehouse that was a veritable maze of storage disguising the inner workings of the guild itself.  <br/>
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The eye-level slot opened in response to Betty's knock, keen but familiar eyes appeared and looked at Betty then all around to see she was alone.  The slot closed and the sound of at least three bolts could be heard opening before the door creaked open to allow her entrance.  The young thief who let her in was named </span><a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2b/a2/84/2ba2843a08490c8816050aeaf6bc381c.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 15px">Haliyra</span></a><span style="font-size: 15px">, she was as always cautious but friendly.  "Greetings Betty, how can we assist you today, or is this a social call?"  She asked in way of greeting as she securely bolted the door then gestured for Betty to proceed her into the small lounge where they had talked on several occasions.  "The guild mistress is occupied at the moment, but I'm sure she will want to talk with you.  Can I get you some tea or something stronger while you wait?"  As usual she would give Betty the impression that she was of utmost importance to the guild, though she may well have treated everyone this way.  </span><br/><br/>After a slightly longer than comfortable delay, the guild mistress<a class="link link--external" href="https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/thehungergames/images/2/23/President_Alma_Coin.jpeg/revision/latest?cb=20140515163855" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Alma Coin</a>, walked across the lounge as if appearing out of nowhere.  "So sorry to keep you waiting Ms. Brewer."  Alma was the kind of woman who would never ask, but sort of expected people to stand when she entered a room.  If Betty were wise enough to do so on her own, she would receive a warm embrace, if not most likely she would get a cold and disapproving scowl, but either way the busy guild mistress would move onto the business at hand.<br/><br/>"You have some information for me today, I think?"  She had already heard that the elf currently being evaluated in the warehouse had stopped to see the bright young alchemist.  Alma didn't get to where she was today by being uninformed, though she was both interested in the content of any conversation Betty may have had with the newcomer, and of course the knowledge that Betty would report it so promptly.  Alma tended to expect loyalty as if they were tokens of good faith kept on account, but disloyalty would always be paid back with interest.  She would listen intently to whatever bits of information Betty offered to share, her encyclopedic mind already fitting pieces together and alert for inconsistencies that may reveal new information or some element of trickery on someone's part.<br/><br/>When Betty finished, Alma began to guide their conversation to a new subject.  "I am so glad you came to see me today, thank you for your information, I do like to keep an eye out for new talent."<br/><br/>"I'm sure you have heard stories of young ladies disappearing out in the countryside."  She said this more as a matter of fact than any new information she was offering, the rumors had been quite rampant recently.  "Sadly I can assure you they are not merely rumors, but rest easy, we take care of our own in the Hand."  While Betty was not a member, Alma always liked her acquaintances to feel her benevolence, at least until she found it necessary for them to feel her wrath.  Of course it was relatively easy to extend her 'protection' when, so far at least, it was her girls doing the snatching from the streets of Yartar.  Alma had no qualms about offering up a few of the many travelers and adventurers that met her client's, specifications.  But she was careful to guard against her own girls disappearing and she didn't yet trust these new slavers operating in the valley.<br/><br/>"I of course worry that a woman of your varied skills, might get caught up in so tawdry a business.  I know your wares are largely limited to healing, beauty, and shall we say, love?  But if someone were interested in potions that might induce a heavy sleep, or perhaps even charm someone, they might well come to you, don't you think?"  She asked, her art of providing a certain 'plausible deniability' was well developed.  "I mean, you probably could create such things if, properly motivated?"  Her charm taking on a little bit of a 'spider to the fly' quality as they chatted.  "Would you like more, tea is it?"