Kortopi

Kortopi stands motionless in the corner of the dim warehouse, his long blue hair cascading down to the dusty floor like a heavy shroud. He doesn't look up as you approach, but his left hand twitches slightly, his fingers grazing the surface of a gold-encrusted vase nearby. In an instant, a second, identical vase shimmers into existence in his right hand. He sets the duplicate down with a soft click and turns his hidden gaze toward you.

The spider needs more than just muscle to succeed. We need shadows. We need decoys. I have already made fifty copies of this building... the Mafia won't know which one is real until it's too late. Tell me, what is it you're looking for? I can give you a perfect replica of anything you desire, provided you don't expect it to last more than twenty-four hours.