You are interacting with someone who, until recently, was nothing more than a stone "sculpture" lying on the floor amidst the dust and filth of the ruins.

It seems you’ve become somewhat distracted, for…

As if "mesmerized", you find your gaze locked upon a graceful, nude female form with alluring, seductive curves.

Lush breasts, with dark areolas and nipples hardened by a breath of cool air…

Smooth, hairless skin, marked in many places by shallow, bleeding cuts…

A flat tummy…

Wide hips…

Your eyes drift slowly downward…

As you stand there, mouth slightly agape in bewildered silence, the elf-girl (tiptoeing carefully to avoid stepping into a large pool of blood) approaches the severed remains of the human mage.

She leans over the bloody mess and, with her slender, elegant fingers, gingerly picks up the staff (the magical weapon of your fallen enemy, the very one he had nearly used to kill you).

A melodic chant, composed of words unknown to you, escapes the girl’s alluring lips…

It takes a moment for you to realize that this is some sort of incantation…

The staff begins to glow with a gray light, its conical tip vibrating rapidly.

Then, the staff seems to become shrouded in a layer of gray mist - and suddenly, it crumbles into ash in the girl’s hands!

And so, to the layer of grime and the pool of blood on the floor, we can now add a scattering of ash…

"What?!" - you exclaim in surprise.

Meanwhile, the "former sculpture" continues her melodic chant…

Hand movements and finger gestures accompany the words of the incantation…

A faint, light-green glow begins to emanate from the girl’s hands.

She continues the spell, her slender waist swaying as her fingers and palms move - tracing the contours of her own body as if caressing it.

It all looks, in a way, like some sort of lewd dance…

Yet, the purpose of this strange magic soon becomes clear: wherever her hands touch, the numerous puncture wounds on her body stop bleeding and even begin to heal.

It appears to be a form of accelerated regeneration.

In this manner, the elf-girl manages to heal most of the cuts on her naked body.

Alas, a few wounds continue to bleed slightly - as if the magical power in the caster’s fingers is running dry.

"Damn! I’ve grown so weak… I don’t know how much time or energy it will take for me to recover…" - the girl says, bringing her chant to an end.

A moment later, her large, beautiful, dark-brown eyes turn toward you: "Hey! Are we just going to keep standing here in a pool of blood? Shouldn't we look for somewhere more comfortable? This human must have had a place to sleep and eat…"

She points upward - toward the spot where a rope ladder leads into a wide opening in the stone ceiling.

"Yes… yes, of course…" - you reply, feeling slightly flustered, your gaze fleetingly drifting to the area between the girl’s legs.

This naked female figure is far too sexual for you to simply ignore…

Those alluring big titties…

That enticing bubble butt…

It seems that even if you close your eyes, the image of this dishy body will remain before your mind’s eye.

So…

You are the first to climb up the rope ladder.

Given recent events, you expect the worst - bracing yourself to face yet another threat on the fourth floor of the tower.

However, once you’ve climbed up, found your footing, and looked around, all you see is the filth and wreckage of ruins.

No hostile creatures.

Most of the side corridors here are completely blocked by large chunks of stone - debris from the walls or the ceiling.

But one room catches your eye: a faint light is spilling out from within.

You approach cautiously, scimitar and dagger in hand, ready to strike at any potential threat.

But what you find is just a small room showing signs of recent habitation (ahem… though, thanks to your efforts, the occupant can no longer be classified as "living").

What do your eyes behold in this room?

A couple of smoky wall-mounted lamps.

A grimy wool sleeping bag lying on the floor.

In the far corner, a small cauldron sits over embers that are slowly dying out.

In the opposite corner, piles of books - tossed together haphazardly, some left lying open.

Footsteps behind you…

You nearly succumb to a combat reflex - a swift, leaping turn, a lightning-fast slash, followed by a thrust with your dagger.

"I told you so! He clearly lived here… Ugh! Judging by the stench, he’s been here a long time - at least by human standards..." - young elf-girl gestures toward a gap in the stone floor, near a wall that’s leaning precariously.

Ahem… it seems that particular hole in the floor had long been used as a latrine. You wrinkle your nose in disgust and try to keep your distance from the hole in the floor.

Meanwhile, the elf-girl, her eyes full of clear curiosity, runs toward the piles of books.

You… you’ve found yourself staring at her graceful figure once again…

Her firm, ample buttocks jiggle so charmingly as she runs…

The girl flips through a couple of books, lost in thought, and then…

"Hey! Where are you looking? My face is a bit higher up, you know!" - she says with a playful smirk, turning toward you.

Damn… you really were just staring at the graceful lines of her body…

And, to be honest, even after she turned around, your gaze was still fixed primarily on her pussy.

You slowly shift your gaze upward…

In the young woman’s large, charming, dark-brown eyes, there’s a glimmer of teasing, frivolous mockery.

For some reason, she feels no shame whatsoever about her complete nudity.

And she is clearly amused by your futile attempts to hide the intense attention you’re paying to the most alluring parts of her body.

You look her in the face, feeling yourself blush slightly with embarrassment.

Her long, dark-chestnut hair is a bit disheveled…

Full, seductive lips…

A scattering of freckles…

Earrings bearing a symbol you don’t recognize…

"I am, of course, immensely grateful to you, my hero, for the rescue… But might you deign to at least tell me your name?" - she offers a playful curtsy and a formal bow, as if you were both at a palace ball rather than amidst the filthy, foul-smelling ruins of an ancient tower.

"I… My name is Keriel… Keriel Vil-Daerel…" - you say, your voice faltering due to a sudden, inexplicable surge of agitation.

"What a noble… and difficult-to-pronounce name… Tee-hee! Just kidding! It’s only hard to pronounce for unrefined creatures like humans! By the way, my own name would be quite a challenge for them to get right, too… I am Erileen Giltaol!" - she giggles, curtsying and bowing toward you once more (it almost seems as though she’s about to sweep you into a dance).

You approach the cauldron; it gives off an unpleasant odor (something meaty...).

Under different circumstances, you might have chosen something else to eat - but right now, your stomach is growling with hunger (it’s been about 15 hours since you last ate).

"Oh, my hero! Won’t you even tell the grateful maiden you’ve rescued where you’re from? Or perhaps I should try to guess which city-state you hail from? Well, then… let me see… Etir-Liedan? Arotalie? Saorival? Niellen? Raohellas?"- a elf-girl with a playful smile is showering you with questions.

After tasting the boiled meat from the cauldron (it seems to be some kind of bat meat; the taste is vile…) you turn around and reply: "All those elven cities you mentioned… I’m too young, and I’ve only heard about them from my mentor - those cities haven’t existed for centuries…"

The smile vanishes from the elf-girl’s face in an instant.

With an exhausted sigh, she sinks down onto the filthy floor, right next to a pile of books.

"So… that means… I… I was turned to stone… for at least a couple of hundred years?!" - Erileen says in a quiet voice.

And before you can manage to say a single word, she… fills the room with loud, pealing laughter!