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Varis’s grumbling faded away after a few minutes, growing bored of complaining as he reflexively tried to look ahead. He even tried sharpening his sight but its difficult to tell if something was working when he couldn't see anything. Varis sighed irritably, silently resign himself to his fate while the boy carried him along to their next destination. Hopefully, this next challenge would prove more entertaining. He quite enjoyed puzzles and he was glad he had an opportunity to do something. This was not a situation he was familiar with and frankly, he had no desire to repeat it but the riddles at least gave him something to focus on. He only hoped the next one would come quicker.

And no sooner did the thought cross his mind than when the boy stopped and described their next little game. Varis frowned at the description of the area. A stone pillar with keys? An interesting decision. [color=f7976a] “Read each line again, one at a time.”[/colo] Vari demanded, listening intently. [color=f7976a] “The first line is clearly instructing which one of us should make a decision unless you’ve suddenly been rendered unable to see. However, I’m frankly sick of being reminded that I’m crippled. It’s difficult to forget without every passing object screaming it at me.”[/color] Varis grumbled under his breath as the boy ready the next part.

[color=f7976a] “The truth hidden and buried…”[/color] Varis mused for a moment, his fingers tapping thoughtfully. [color=f7976a] “That could be anything but if we consider turning inwards, it’s clearly a metaphor for some self reflection idiocy. Of course Ryner would turn this into a night of self discovery. May the Queen save us all or we’re doomed.”[/color] Varis sighed as he gestured for the next line and then the line after. [color=f7976a] “Clearly, we pick a key to open up some hidden part of ourselves and the keys here are symbols of how we do that. Clearly the red key is [i]blood fast pumping[/i]. Besides the direct correlation of color to substance, red is the color of passion which gets the blood pumping quickly. The blue key by default is the other. I’m going to take a wild guess and say the gears slow turning suggest a lethargic analytic process because blue is the color of intelligence, the mind, and self reflection. Either way, this “turning sightless eyes inwards” nonsense ends when we complete the challenge.”[/color]

[color=f7976a] “The audacity of this whole affair. Can you believe not only does she force us to work like this but she has the gall to then take it a step further and try to force us to[i]reflect[/i]?[/color] Varis gripped. [color=f7976a] “Nothing to be done about it now though. Take the blue key. As if passion is some sort of virtue, bah.”[/color] He gestured blindly forward as he instructed