"Eeeeeexcuse me?" Aya whirled around on her heel, a brow arched as she gave the statue -- in Corellon's name, a statue -- a very hard purple-eyed glare. "I HAPPEN to be over a hundred years old and hold several diplomas. So I wouldn't go so far as to call myself a 'child'."<br/><br/>She shifted a little, her hands on her hips, and leaned forward to examine the statue a bit more closely. The... different, state of the room she was currently in had not gone unnoticed. This was either some kind of an illusion, or a bizarro room or... something. "You. Big guy. Mister 'made of stone'. Why don't you think I should go down there, eh? Seems fine to me. And I already cleared it once with my CUNNING use of... some spell I think. So what's going on?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>