[center][h3][color=green]Alex Hannelore[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Olympus Academy Grounds
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b][color=598527] Corinthe Malakos[/color][/center] [@Obscurus][hr][hr]

Alex stopped herself just as her hand brushed the front door of Olympus. Maybe she [i]wouldn't[/i] need the help of the library! Most of these puzzle boxes were written in Latin, and she took German in middle school! The two languages were practically the same, right? All she would have to do is find some familiar words and use [i]them[/i] to draw the answer forth! If she could do that, it'd be a snap!

[i]"Ennyn Durin Aran Moria. Pedo Mellon a Minno. Im Narvi hain echant. Celebrimbor o Eregion teithant i thiw hin."[/i]

Oh hell, was this in [i]Welsh[/i]? Alex stared madly at the incomprehensible script keeping her from whatever prize laid inside, and therapeutically clenched the box with white-knuckled tightness. A complex riddle was bad enough, but [i]a riddle in a foreign language[/i] was unsolvable! Alex did the only thing she knew to do in this situation, and gave up theatrically, throwing her arms at her sides and dramatically rolling her eyes at the campus around her.

This display of theatrics and abject frustration did little to help Alex's situation. The answer, for lack of a narratively-appropriate method of ingress, did not appear. It appears Alex would need to enlist the help of [i]someone else[/i] to solve this problem. There seemed to be a number of potentially excellent candidates, though one stood out in particular. Slender, pale, and wearing boots in warm weather, Corinthe Malakos was the poster child for trustworthiness, and the most likely to know something about Welsh script.

"Excuse me," Alex called out to Corinthe from a short distance away. "Could you please help me with a riddle? I'm afraid I can't make heads or tails of it, and I'm sort of hoping you could help!"