The Inequity In Harvest House

Tim continued to be a thorn in Maela’s side. She had little trouble avoiding him to address Esmer, but in actually getting into Harvest House he was a major problem. As she staked out ways to get in, Tim was everywhere and nearly impossible to avoid.
It was also pretty clear why Tim was able to easily get her up to the Guild Hall without much difficulty—he had some kind of senior position with the Harvest House guards. That didn’t bode well for her walking around as an innocent guild member as she reconnoitered the defenses.
To make things even more difficult, the very nature of Harvest House made it difficult for Maela to plan a way in, let alone a way out afterward. She was used to the stone guild towers across the North Fork. They all shared similar plumbing, access halls, and dark tunnels. But Harvest House
The fact that Teal made that walk twice a day and handled a full shift of guard duty in between those long walks astounded her. It also reminded Maela of the inequity in Ness that she and the other thieves fought against—workers from the Old Quarter walked miles to do the dirtiest jobs, while those in the Flats walked a bit less for slightly less vile jobs. About the only ones in Ness who lived well were those who lived in the Upper and Lower Triangle, and they were mostly Merchants and senior guild members.
Leaning against a lamp post, Maela watched as Teal entered her house. It was a tiny house on one of the nicer streets of the Flats, only a block from the Lower Triangle. While she waited for Teal to go to bed, she thought over her plan. She would sneak in (easy). Then she would inject Teal with a sleeping poison (also easy), and then she would take the armor and walk to Harvest House (not so easy). At that point she would sneak as far into the building as she could, and if she hit a dead end she would utilize the sleeping poison in some kind of creative