Hawk smiles his enigmatic best, and whispers in her ear, as if speaking to a lover, "That one?  Sis says she's an old Prototype Warforged... some old war hawk wanted something with a 'Psychological' edge to it.  I think the old bastards were just horny, not seeing another flesh and blood for months at a time locked up in their creation laboratories.  Anyway, she's really old.  Been passing as a statue in this rich man's house for the last 10 years or so, since she never activated when ordered, apparently.  The guy was a regular... bit of a slime really, but well heeled, and the 'statue' was in his will.  Hey found him dead in his study, strangled from behind about a month back, and Sis took possesion of her.  Two weeks of hanging out in the lobby must have given the thing a favorable impression, cause it ups and talks to Nightshade when the customers aren't around.  Nightshade asked it if it wanted a job other than decoration, and put it on the payroll when it agreed to help out in a lounge emergency."<br/><br/>In this time, Hawk has lead her up the spiral stairs, along a long line of 'function' rooms, some obviously in use from the faint sounds within, and through a back panel of the hall into a second, hidden staircase, and the building's third floor.  This floor looses the somewhat cheap extravagance of the last two floors, for a more comfortable feel.  Brighter lights hurt the Drow's eyes a bit, and a plush blue rug lines the floor, the walls subtle wood shades.  Hawk's street accent has drifted away as he talks, making he sound almost professorial for a few moments, but he drops back into persona as they approach a steel door.  "Here ya are.  And here's sis ta chat.". Lady Nightshade rounds the end of the corner coming the opposite direction.  Removing an ornate key from her belt, Nightshade smiles at Ithi'ka, her eyes playful.<br/><br/>"Come into my parlor?" She grins.  "Though am I the spider, or the fly?" Hawk let's go of Ithi'ka's arm as Nightshade opens the steel door carefully, moving into a dimly lit room beyond.  As Ithi'ka turns to Hawk, he's already gone, his footsteps unheard.