The sculptures were of both men and women, many of them nude, or nearly so. And as she moved, she'd notice that a figure in pure white moving in the corner. An elven woman, with hair and skin pale as snow, wearing only a robe of white. She wasn't moving much, but her hair seemed to rustle in the air untouched, the long locks hanging nearly to the floor. Her eyes were like solid pieces of ebony, and as she walked, her fingers gently caressed the cheeks of many of the sculptures. She was walking, but after a moment her head turned unerringly and looked directly at Naael. Yet she didn't do anything, simply studying the elven warrior for a moment before turning away and walking toward the next sculpture.