<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/Pathfinder%20Characters/c_druid.gif)</div>Juniper followed the other halfling in, nose crinkling at the smell of decayed carpet, musty air and.. .well, the shalm only<em>knows</em>what else. She blinked rapidly, coming into the darker hallway inside the door, and when her eyes adjusted, she had to blink again, and clap both hands over her mouth at the sight of that sculpted cock. Even so, a stifled giggle escaped<br/><br/>"Who's he kidding? A<em>moose</em>would cross her legs at the sight of that thing..." And then the paintings. Her mouth kind of hangs open and cheeks flush, due to the<em>lavish</em>detail put into them, but from the glitter in her eyes and the slight hiccup caused by another stifled giggle, it's mostly amusement. She leans over without drawing her eyes away, whispering to Lydia. "I thought his horns would have been bigger."<br/><br/>Her eyes finally wander away, hands drifting down, beneath her cloak. She moistened her lips as she drew forth a small bundle of still-green oak leaves. Silly erotica aside, someone might be in serious trouble. She looked back at the other three, then to Lydia.<em>Go team halfling</em>.