Changelings. They truly were amazing. Zia was more than aware that many people found a reason to distrust and dislike them, but for the very things they disliked, Zia admired...as did many of her house. Amazement with a hint of envy filled her as she watched Jax assume a whole new form without the aid of make-up or other tools. Since coming into her dragon mark,  Zia had spells that could accomplish the same thing, but could hardly rely on it to go through more than a few costume changes. To do it at will...she smiled, reaching out and lightly running a hand through Jax's now dark hair. "So that's what she looks like."<br/><br/>Zia allowed the light mist to wash over her; you don't live in Sharn for long without being able to embrace the weather, at least Zia thought. "So typical business as usual?" Zia already had an idea of how to utilize one of Jax's talents if the situation panned out right. "Were you in the opera tonight? I wouldn't be able to guess who now."<br/><br/>A quick stop by home and Zia had her things, including one of her simpler dancing outfits. Off to Cliffside. A cover story already fully formed in her head for when they found the inn their marks were staying at. To that end, Zia would try to find some familiar faces of her brothers and sisters from the house, those that had to start in Cliffside just as she did, plying her talents and attempting to make names for themselves. If she found any of them, she'd ask if she seen any of the party members they sought--anything at all would have helped--but if she couldn't find them or get any relevant information, Zia would start her search with the inns reputable to not be completely seedy; if she had such a great treasure on her, she wouldn't trust other people as far as she could throw them. The place had to be affordable, but as 'secure' as they could get. Adventurers could at least spring for that, so she thought.