Pylia listened intently, quite amused by the tale. "Oh, now you've gotten me curious Sylvia. Enough tales to last one thousand and one nights... That's more than three years! She surely must have a creative and strong mind to keep that up every night." Pylia sat up and thought more about it, raising her finger up. "Though it's not quite as impressive, I have heard of a slightly similar tale up north. In the land of the horse lords, when their nation was unified, Crystaalilk Khanate had a powerful warlord would would demand the daughter of every family from every nation he took over. Fearful of losing their child, one man who had feminine looks offered himself in his daughter's place. When it came time to... Copulate... Actually maybe I shouldn't finish this tale, tis a dirty one." Pylia said with an embarrassed look. She tried to ignore it and move on. "In any case! I've never heard of that tale before. But to think that a magic door uses it as a riddle, perhaps someone in this world or before it has heard of this tale before?"