Riddles on the Road

[mythalenaste]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Pel Ashara
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Just riddles.
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Orlais and everywhere else
NOTES: Will update with any warnings.

[Pel is restless, and possibly a little bored. Sometimes, you have to walk away from work for a few minutes and do something else. But Pel doesn't like to shut off her brain. So she speaks into the stone, voice mild and thoughtful.]

Anyone up for an exchange of riddles?

I am weightless, but you can see me. Put me in a bucket, and I'll make it lighter. What am I?

Comments

[mythalenaste]

A turtle.

[scalethewall]

What? A shell is hardly a roof. Hm. Alright.

I'm going to give you the option, because you have the power to put a stop to this. I do have another one... but it's just as bad as the last one. Maybe worse.

[mythalenaste]

Now that I know the sort of riddles you hear in the Wardens, I think I can handle it. Go on.

[scalethewall]

I'm not sure you can blame this on the Wardens, Pel. Though, I can think of a handful who would happily take credit for it.

[He pauses, reluctant despite how she'd taken the last one.]

I warned you. This one's worse. But, uh-

I... have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. And I come with a quiver. What am I? [Sigh.]

[mythalenaste]

You know, listening to you being all bashful about this is even more fun than riddles. An arrow.

[scalethewall]

An arrow. You're right. [It's followed by a grumble and a defeated sigh.]