<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/89/4b/3e/894b3eed7f9f417ef710dbe0ba54f6fd.png)<br/>Adelaide Elsin</div></div>The goblin didn't need to be told twice, and he scampered out of the tomb.<br/><br/>"Please, call me Adelaide," Elsin said as Sumara cut her bonds. She rose with a surprising air of dignity for someone totally naked. She massaged her wrists, then bent down rather unabashedly bent down to massage her ankles. Atraea went red and tried to direct her eyes elsewhere. "Yes, it's Varnus," she said conversationally. "No, it's not to scale. Well, unless you count his reputation." Straightening, she padded over to the heap of her belongings and began sifting through for her clothes, her hips swaying. Most looked as though they had been raggedly cut away. Still, she managed to fashion something that would at the very least protect her modesty.<br/><br/>"You should check out the inscription," she said, in a conversational tone. "Ugh, this is going to chafe terribly." She sighed and belted on her sword, gathering up her armor. "Assuming there are no more goblins about, I suppose this can wait."<br/><br/>Beneath the statue, there was indeed an inscription:<em>If you are to keep this, you must first give it to me.</em><br/><br/>"Apparently solving the riddle is part of this whole Elsin coming-of-age rite," Elsin continued. "Unfortunately, being molested by goblins left me somewhat rattled. I don't suppose you might be able to lend a girl a hand?"