Ah yes, there was certainly magic in the air, although the details of this place didn't ring a bell. Augustus half listened to the others around him as he thought, studying the words. It wasn't their meanings he was focusing on, but rather their purpose. How did solving them connect to getting out of this place? Some of the answers were relatively easy, as for others...

"[color=ff4000]Torch. Torches.[/color]"

He called quietly, waiting for some sort of response. He was sure at the very least that was the answer to the second riddle. As it became abundantly clear that nothing was going to happen, he sat on the cold stone floor, cupping his chin in his hand as he pondered. The answers alone didn't matter? Assuming it wasn't all a game designed to give them false hope, then what did it mean? Four riddles...

With a snap of his fingers he stood up, raising his voice:

"[color=ff4000]I think they're some set of instructions! See that second one there? I'm quite sure the answer has to be a torch, or torches, but simply having the answer didn't do much. There has to be a purpose to have four of them, laid out as such. I think the answers go together. Maybe it's something we have to [i]do[/i] or at least some sort of phrase we have to arrange.[/color]"

Cupping his chin in his hand once more, Augustus began pacing back and forth, muttering to himself.

"[color=ff4000]As for what that phrase or set of instructions [i]is[/i]...[/color]"