Juniper groaned when she saw the writings on the wall. She was not the one for intellectual activity, although there was still hope that her mother's cleverness passed down to her. There were three poems, and she focused on the last one. [color=wheat]"Something that can't be heard or smelt... I think of light, but it's something you can see or feel. Is there anything unlike it?"[/color] She paced back and forth around the dungeon they were in, muttering. [color=wheat]"Cannot be seen, cannot be heard, cannot be heard, cannot be smelt... What the heck is it?"[/color] 

It seems that all others focused on the riddles as well - some speaking their thoughts out loud, like the two men whose names she didn't know, others remaining silent, like Sigrdrifa and Ulrich. Juniper stopped near the brown-haired merc and rubbed the back of her neck. [color=wheat]"Any ideas on what this could be?"[/color]