<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div>More murals.  Again, Lyradil found her cheeks reddening just a little bit.  Such detail... did the artist have models for their work?  How else could everything be so precise?  Lyradil's blush deepened just a little at the thought, her imagination putting her in the role of the elven woman... she shook her head, red hair swirling, as she dismissed the thought.<br/><br/>This was something of a dilemma.  Lyradil paced near the edge of the chasm, back and forth, a thoughtful expression on her lovely features.  The murals suggested a number of possibilities.  The two statues by the bridge, and the mural depicting the violated woman, certainly seemed suggestive of something.  And the mural on the pillar suggested a course of action, with consequences for failure on the far wall.  Lyradil stopped her pacing, looking out at the pillar in the middle.<br/><br/>Dismay flickered over her face.  It was so far away!  And while the far wall seemed to suggest the consequences might not be fatal... Lyradil hesitated to trust that.  Magic might carry her across, but it would take two castings... Lyradil took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling noticeably.  The bridge was solid.  Better to trust to that than to unknown magics, and the expenditure of all her resources.  And so, step by step, Lyradil began to cross the bridge.  She moved gracefully but hesitantly, a slow walking pace, a look of mild concern on her beautiful face.