<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/128511/aprexa.jpg)</div>Jax giggles, "Aww, you're right..." she laments, squeezing Zia's hand on her boob.  "But to be fair, I haven't seen you for quite a while.  Not since we were both young'ins."  Admitting her defeat, the elf copy's features become indistinct, her hair lightening to a ghostly white, and her skin taking on a gray pallor.  In just a moment, she grew to a slightly taller, but more lanky changeling.<br/><br/>"I've been with the Phiarlans my whole life, and I was fostered in a several different families, learning what it is to be an elf.  I spent a summer with your family about twenty years ago, if you remember a little dark-haired lass," she grinned.  "As I recall, you got in trouble for many a missing candy or other somesuch misdeed.  Sorry about that," she apologized not at all.<br/><br/>Elvinor crossed her legs, the fishnet stockings rasping as calf slid against thigh.  "Jax knows the specifics, she can fill you in on the details as you make your investigation.  But it's late now, and I have other matters to attend to.  I leave the rest to you, my dear.  Do whatever Zia needs, Jax, and make contact when you've recovered the hammer."<br/><br/>With that, Elvinor stood, patted Zia's cheek, and walked to the door.  Her shadow seemed to move out of sync with her, and as she approached, the shadow independently reached the knob, opened it, and followed her through, closing it behind them.<br/><br/>Jax just smiled, "Yep, the Lady and her shadow, she's never truly alone with that one around.  So, the adventurers.  Well, they're your standard group I guess, a zealous paladin of the Silver Flame, he's a human.  All 'kill the monsters and demons, raah!'  A nuts and berries, tree-hugging druid, she's a half-orc.  Probably more at home down in the jungles of Xen'drik than this sky-scraping forest of stone.  One of yer bookish wizards, she's another human.  Always with this little snake coiled around 'er.  And their little halfling thief girl.  Well, 'treasure hunter,' they all call themselves, heh.  I can only imagine she keeps them on their toes, but probably looking for a fence too, either here or in another city.  We'll have to poke around a bit to find out which inn they got themselves hunkered down in."