<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Lu.jpg)<br/><em>Lu </em></td><td><strong>Location:</strong> Tivvum's Antiquities, Market Ward, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Perrin, Alzeggra<br/><br/>The crash downstairs and poor Perrin's yelp did not surprise Lu. It was the drow's steadfast demand for answers that made her bat an eye. Her laughter was squeaking and not entirely unpleasant. "Oh me, you'll never guess whose lost bric-a-brac turns up when the right hand goes into the right basket. Mysteries of the planes." Though she had found Alzeggra snooping in the store room, Lu waddled into the junk amicably to see what the drow had found. "It does resemble any old stone from a-far." A tremendous crash, as the golem downstairs collapsed shelves in pursuit of Perrin. The willowy elf was understandably upset.<br/><br/>"You're lucky, hmm, that old Lu has her seeing-glass." With unsteady, gnarled fingers, Alluvius Ruskin adjusted down the lens over her eye. "And that one, that one ehn't mine." The golem downstairs ceased its mindless lumber after Perrin, and responded to its mistress' unspoken command. It shambled for the spiral stair with a clatter of bone fit loosely together, and began to climb. No, Lu was not threatening; like many of Sigil's businesspeople, she left that to her hired muscle. Clawed hands made of bone navigated the curve of the stairs, and the golem's mass almost blocked the stairwell entirely as it ascended with thumping steps. Almost, but not quite.<br/><br/>"Too many treasures to count in these old boxes. I could no more tell you where a gem came from than can a cranium rat tell you when a hair sprouted. But," Lu said with a smack of her lips, the sound of the corrupt seeking garnish. It was the way bureaucracy worked in Sigil, garnish- the grease that kept the wheels turning, the bribe that ensured all the paperwork would be filed correctly and in once piece. "I know who can tell you. A trade. The stone you brought me, for information." Her cupped hand reached out. The bone golem crested the stairwell, and loomed big and broad behind shriveled Lu. The tiefling's fingers beckoned with supreme confidence.<br/><br/><em>No, </em>came a faint voice in Alzeggra's mind, while her bare skin was to Nilasa's stone. <em>Don't, </em>the voice pleaded.<br/><br/>Outside, although Perrin had escaped the golem, she was not alone. At first it was like a trick of the eye, shadows hinting at movements that had not occurred. A long, thin silhouette draped along a gloomy back-alley wall, as though a woman were approaching from the light. But no footsteps could be detected through the din of the market a block away, and when the silhouette's owner should have arrived, there was nothing. The shadows rejoined the unmoving lines of darkness cast by the surrounding buildings. A cold gust of air, like a dying sigh, breezed up from the pried-open grating that divided Sigil's dirty streets from the catacombs beneath.</td></tr></tbody></table>