The Lady's lips crooked a little in a grin at putting the dancer off-balance.  "That's good that you've found success here.  I have to admit, there have been a few promising artists, prodigies even, that couldn't handle a live stage.  Some choked, others couldn't handle the crowds, but taverns and theaters in the lower plateau are not so respectful and accommodating as the opera house.  Then again, working your way up here only increases the expectations.  But a little bird told me you've been doing marvelously," she said, brushing a hair back and taking a seat again.<br/><br/>"What I invited you for, yes.  As you know, Sharn is the gateway to Xen'drik, our ancient homeland.  Ships put out and return to dock here, and where they get their letters of marque from the king, protecting and taxing what these explorers and adventurers recover.  Some, however, do not relish giving up any of what they sweat and bled for, and smuggle their treasures back.  I certainly don't begrudge anyone their due, but a certain expedition has come to our attention..."<br/><br/>She takes a small note from the cleavage of her corset and unfolds it, though she doesn't even read it as she relays, "Being our ancient homeland, we do have some interest in what comes out of Xen'drik.  There is plenty of ancient gold or trash for people to go die for, but a particular artifact caught our eye.<em>Thanuil's Freedom</em>, a mithril hammer said to have been wielded by one of our ancestors, used to free elf slaves from their chains and fight their masters during their uprising at the end of the Age of Giants.  Unfortunately Thanuil never made it to Aerenal, he apparently died freeing his people.  It seems an intrepid group of adventurers have found<em>Thanuil's Freedom</em>and smuggled it in along with their other treasures.  Fortunately, they did not escape our attention, and we know they are currently recovering from their adventure in the district of Sharn's Welcome at the Cliffside quarter.  Apparently they haven't been able to fence their treasures yet, and are still staying in poor accommodations.  This is good.  Your job, then, is to find this group and use whatever means to recover the hammer.  Being your first official, though disavowed, mission, I brought along a partner, whom you can utilize however you see fit.  Jax!" she calls.<br/><br/>The dresses hanging over the screen stir from movement, as an elf steps out from behind, grinning.  The blond elf was wearing a plunging black gown, her hair done up; actually, she was a mirror image of Zia.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception check DC 32</div><div class="spoiler_body">You have a +10 to your Perception check for being intimately familiar with yourself<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Success</div><div class="spoiler_body">You notice this Zia's breasts are a touch too small, not threatening to burst out of her dress.  She's a good version of perhaps a slightly younger self.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fail</div><div class="spoiler_body">Apparently a clone, or other magical duplicate.  What's going on here?</div></div></div></div>