Most wizards would tell you they were just on the cusp of a major discovery; of revealing the secrets of the universe! Edgar knew that feeling more than most, and he was still flummoxed and disappointed when Mael's calling all but ripped him out of his mystically induced vision and into midgard once again. The rumbling beneath him and the pressurized change in the ventilation gave the air a strange scent he didn't quite like. Mael also seemed to be the cause of the interruption of his incognizable reverie. 

Edgar pinched the bridge of his large nose, trying to drown out the white noise of the plane and another, far louder sound. He cleared his throat. "Mael, do tell your inner demon to be silent or I'll dispell it to Hades." Edgar warned matter-of-fact. He had the means to do it, though not on hand to be quite frank. Still, the beast was so loud he was surprised mundane mortals couldn't hear it. He looked to the old woman sitting next to him, asleep with her eyes covered. He doubted anyone would hear or care enough to retain what he said, though he wouldn't exactly spill any secrets to cause an uproar anyway. 

"A game?" He echoed, stroking his beard idly. "I only know games of the sort your like would never have perceived, but I suppose I could make one up." The wizard said it whimsically, as if the very creation of the game was a game in and of itself. The wizard smiled after deliberating a moment, knowing just what game would be fun to play and likely dominate in. 

"What's say we play a game of riddles, Mael. A friendly contest. We each give one another a riddle, and the first person to miss their guess is the loser. Does this sound acceptable to you? I shall start..." He took a sip of his Dr. Pepper, the crisp taste sliding down his gullet nicely. "Here is a rather easy one to start us off, my french fellow. What has three feet, but can be the size of a front lawn?" 

Of course, the answer was 'yard'. He didn't wish to end the game in one turn, but he often wondered about the wordplay of modern men. He himself was a master of linguistics, and one could not cast spells without being at least somewhat competent with the turning of phrases. Contrary to most literary scholars who worship the man, Tolkien himself got the game of riddles in the Hobbit from Edgar, though when he knew the man he was rather impressed with his philology. After waiting a few moments, he wondered if he should have established a time limit for the game as well. 

[hider]Edgar reveals he can hear Mael's demon, and he begins a game of riddles[/hider]