<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div>The way down was a bit difficult at first.  Lyradil considered summoning magical light to aid her.  However, between the orc behind, and whatever humanoids possibly lay ahead, it seemed a trifle risky.  And... there was light ahead, anyway.  Lyradil smiled as her own lack of decision was rendered moot.<br/><br/>The stairs opened up into a chamber...<br/><br/>"Oh my."  Lyradil murmured softly to herself, her blue eyes widening in wonder.  There had never been any doubt in her mind that there had once been magic in this place, and it seemed likely that some had lingered.  More than that, though, after the cold and dark, the chamber was awfully inviting.  Lyradil paused a moment, bending agilely to slip off first one, than the other of her boots, placing them in her back.  A few tugs and a retying of the belt at her waist, and the hem of her robes was lifted to just below her knees, exposing perfect pale skin.<br/><br/>Barefoot, she stepped into the water, blue eyes still wide.  They grew wider still as she studied the murals.  "Oh my."  She said again.  This time, her cheeks reddened, and one hand came up to press against her soft lips.  Such detail, and of such a subject!  Swallowing, Lyradil made herself study the murals more closely, ignoring the flush that still colored her cheeks.  It was a good reminder of the nature of the goddess, and of her temple, at the very least.  Further confirmation that this chamber still held some remnant of her power, rather than some more recent occurence.<br/><br/>The last two murals were especially interesting.  Lyradil idly brushed back a strand of her hair as she studied them.  In one, the woman was chained, in the other, she was free.  Were they meant to be occurring sequentially?  Alternate possibilities?  Was there some symbolism that she didn't quite understand?  Sighing, and with a shake of her head, Lyradil moved on.<br/><br/>The boot gave her pause.  Lyradil looked at it, pressing her lips together in concern.  What had caused the owner to abandon a single boot.  Perhaps... perhaps it was left as a signal?  It seemed to be pointed directly towards the other archway.  The only way she could go on.  Her lips thinned further.  Hopefully this didn't mean that the boot's owner was expecting company.  Lyradil resolved to be careful (as usual) as she walked through the water, and on to the corridor beyond.