<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>As quickly as Lyradil was trying to move, she nevertheless paused as she reached her goal, rising up to her full height.  Her expression became troubled, and she chewed her lower lip thoughtfully as she noted the murals.  She'd ignored the mural in the room with the bridge, in which two soldiers had their way with a lone woman.  Her cheeks flushed.  Now, there were all these murals of a woman wearing the necklace, the center of any number of erotic activities.  Was this a warning, like before.<br/><br/>Lyradil found herself stepping closer to the necklace.  It didn't look like much, although in truth her scholar's eye was as much impressed by ancient treasures as fine ones.  And yet... why did she feel her breathing quicken, looking at it?  Why did her skin grow hot?  Her chest seem to heave, breasts rising and falling with every breath?  Was it her imagination, or was the amulet beginning to glint as she drew closer.<br/><br/>This was what she came here for.  Swallowing, her left hand came to brush a strand of her silken red hair behind her pointed ear, a nervous gesture, even as she reached out with her right.  Already, her elegant neck began to bend, as she prepared to fasten the necklace around herself as soon as it was in her grasp.