<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The box was completely encased in a thin layer of amethyst, melded into the wall of the cave. It sat there, glimmering promising great treasures within.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>This would draw her attention.  It beckon to her, promising the great treasure.  Or was it the curse whispering in her mind.  As Amora went forward moved towards the wall and chest.<br/><br/>Greed, want a craving filled her facial expression.  Distorted it almost obscenely, but to no one.  For she seemed to be alone as she reached out and set her hands onto the chest.  Touch the thing layer of amethyst.