<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Redheadelf.jpeg)</div><br/>Tashiel blinked, her blue eyes wide.  She'd been in more than a few dungeons.  Battled her way into dark caverns, or up sinister towers.  This... this was pleasant.  A gentle breeze stirred her lustrous red hair, making it sparkle in the... could it be called sunlight? It felt like it.  Gently, she shook her head, scarlet tresses swaying, brushing gracefully over her shoulders.  She'd been prepared to weave magics to protect herself from the elements, but there was clearly no need.  Her elven garments, made of magical green cloth, were perfectly pleasant here.  The top she wore, soft yet protective, clung gently to her feminine form, laced up over her generous breasts in the front, exposing just a hint of pale cleavage.  The same cloth formed the fabric of her skirt, the garment going to lower thigh.  The breeze seemed to caress, touching her arms, making her tilt her head back as it brushed her bare collarbone, even teased at the brief bit of exposed skin between skirt and elven traveling boots.  All very pleasant.<br/><br/>What was this place?  Pressing her full lips together, Tashiel frowned, shaking her head once more as she descended the steps, her graceful elven step carrying her quickly downward.  Slowly, the warmth faded to a pleasant coolness; reaching down, she adjusted her skirt, just a little, twisting her rounded hips this way and that, long legs shifting, but it was more a nervous habit than anything else.  The touch of the cool on her little flashes of bare skin was almost refreshing, but Tashiel refused to let her guard down.  Her lovely blue eyes opened a little wider, elvensight adjusting easily to the change in the light.  She continued down, down, her footfalls making no sound on the marble steps.<br/><br/>Opening onto the path, Tashiel frowned thoughtfully, lips pressing together once more.  Slowly, she tilted her head, elegant chin lifting, pointed ears almost twitching as she listened.  Another moment, and her lips twitched.  It seemed she was to be offered a dilemma of sorts.  The unknown darkness, known savagery, or what she assumed was some sort of trap.  And yet...<br/><br/>Tashiel stepped carefully forward, her face flushing as she drew close enough to catch some glimpses of carvings.  Still, most of her attention was on that nude statue, and the amulet it wore.  A trap, perhaps, and yet also treasure.  What manner of trap would it be?  She already suspected that little in this dungeon was as it seemed.  Even a trap might illuminate something, give some hint as to what path she might take.  And, well, she was an adventurer.  It wasn't in the nature of the job to turn away from treasure.<br/><br/>Slowly, carefully, she reached out for the necklace.  And then, with a sudden motion, she made to pull it up and over the statue's head.  Even as she did so, she was alert, aware of her surroundings, ready to deflect a magical attack, or dodge a mechanically launched dart.