Ah, the Sleeping Lion. Surely there is no better place to get a drink and relax after clearing out some dank dungeon. On this particular occasion, though, you are approached by a heavily scarred Inox. She sits at your table and pushes forward a piece of paper. "An interested party would like to hire you to steal a valuable hgurine from a residence in the Battlements," she savs matter-of-factlv. "The details are on the paper Meet me in the hack alley in two days time after the job is done.'