"Oh, for Corellon's sake, save it. "I'm older than you because I've existed foreeeeeeever", well I'm not impressed. You're a statue and your power is to wet yourself. Big deal." The elf turns back to the room she was about to enter... strange design, huh? Well, she'd always enjoyed abstract art. And going this way was the only way she could think of to regroup with the rest of the party. Who cared what a stupid statue said?<br/><br/>With a humph and a deliberate march directly toward the room she had been specifically warned against -- by a demon no less, chances are he was lying -- Ayariel made her way to the room where they had first found Mirnea and Elta.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>