No one...yet

Hours passed after the mage used the trap chest and from there Evelyn still his behind the old, decrepit pillar that withstood the age of time. The female elf sat behind said pillar playing with her fingers or thinking about that mages G-string plump butt. She blushed at the thought with shame as her mother always told her to never think of girls that way when Evelyn was younger. She shook those thoughts away from her head as she would rather not think about her past at the moment considering her objective is to keep watch out for adventurers. However, the question of the trap chest remains within her mind of thought.