Sym ponders over the riddle in his head a bit, still obviously flustered by the events that have unfolded this evening.
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[sblock]I want to take 20 on my knowledge local skill against the riddle, if not able to take 20 then I rolled an 11 against skill
Haven't figured out the locks part yet,
Curtain = could be the gates of Cauldron
Below Cauldron = could refer to the many caves located below the city
Doors with Teeth = could be Cave entrance with stalagmites and stalagetites looking like teeth
Malachite hold = perhaps A Malachite mine
Life bought with gold = slave trade maybe
not sure as to the "half dwarf binds them, but not for long" part yet
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Sym stands slowly and takes a deep calming breathe:
"I do not see what good this riddle will do for us, even if we start with the locks at the orphanage, I don't know what we expect to find there that may lead us to find answers to the rest of this riddle, but I will do my best to assist in any way which I may be able to.
And as for your comment," Sym states flatly, eyeing Heimdal,"what makes you assume I am a theif? Have I stolen anything of yours? Nay! Did I rush into the fight blindly without assessing the situation at hand? Nay again! Because I chose to be cautious does not make me a coward, and because I possess a few skills that many would concede to be for purely selfish reasons does not make me a common theif. Perhaps a bit more patience is what you need to fully understand the world around you, and the many different facets of this world which do not fit into your rigid veiw of right and wrong. I joined with you in the fight against the thugs because I felt it was the right thing to do and although my methods may seem a bit odd at times and even a bit perplexing I will say that those very methods and quirks and even sudden changes in personnality have served me well. Someone standing with their head held high and covered in shining armor stands out in the lowliest parts of town, such does someone with their hood pulled low sleeking thorugh the shadows in the more arostocratic part of town, because I can fake a sense of calmness upon my face and demenor does not mean that I am any less terrorfide than the rest of you. And sometimes a sharp mind can get you out a situation faster than a quick blade. Now if we could agree to not stab each other in the back and try to trust one another perhaps we just may survive long enough to outlive the marks placed on each of our heads."