If only groping statues was the answer to life's problems. Gale shrugged and shook his head dismissively. "Like I have a choice?"<br/><br/>The hallway dragged for a good fourty feet. No trap claimed their lives, but the murals seemed to get progressively more... stacked. The bosoms neared and passed sizes Lea knew to be realistic. Something else was constant as well though; the greater their size, the more wealth and power they were depicted having. At the end of the hallway, the room opened up into a grand altar. A jewel adorned pedestal stood in the middle of a wide dais. In it's center, the pommel of what Lea could identify as a sword stood plunged halfway into the pedestal. The wall art stopped being so, instead from the cieling hung wool tapestries masterly woven to folow with the theme prior.