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The ominous [i]creak[/i] echoed in Tialyn's pointed ears, as the door swung open s-l-o-w-l-y...The ring of keys in her hand, the gorgeous elf waited with bated breath - Wondering if anyone had overhead! (Or if, in fact, there was anyone *there* to overhear.) But when no-one came running, she padded forward...The false 'elven maiden's' breath coming faster, faster...

-And at the reflected gleam of candlelight on the treasure trove beyond, her gasp thrummed from deep within! There was so [i]much[/i] *stuff*...Artifacts, treasure and just [i]junk[/i] - that she had absolutely no idea where to start! Part of Tialyn (Worlin's old pack-rat instinct) longed to simply rush forward and start stuffing her pockets...But there'd be no end to that. Besides - Not everything here was useful, or even valuable. And this would be her only chance to stock up.

Tialyn drew a deep, steeling breath - her tight leather 'wedding gown' creaking, at the swell of her bust - as she took her first steps forward, with renewed determination. Faced with the success of her plan, her vague thoughts had finally crystallized into determination: This was very, *very* real indeed...And she had to be absolutely certain before she fled into the night!

The first thing she'd look for would be something to carry her ill-gotten gains in...The second, she'd look for any sign of written reports, or a catalogue. Given the amount of effort Worlin had - previously - spent, laboriously going through the bric-a-brac...Surely someone must've compiled a codex of the Church's acquisitions!

And last of all - Tialyn remembered, vividly, the odd pendant she'd glimpsed...The one that had brought about her miraculous (from a certain point of view) and life-changing (definitely!) transformation! If there was anything she could find, related to that vivid sigil...Well, it was definitely coming with her.

While Worlin had *never* been a skilled magician - or rather, any kind of magician at all - Tialyn strained her rudimentary sense for it - in case she sensed any hidden gems. Elves *were* supposed to be sensitive...Weren't they?