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[h1][color=f49ac2]Amaris Marivaldi[/color][/h1]
[sub]Interacting with: [color=fc8686]Madalyn[/color] [@Achronum][/sub]
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[i][color=f49ac2]Why must everything be a riddle? Would it be too much to ask for a single baseline of information around here?[/color][/i] Amaris griped to herself in silence as she tuned in to Maddie’s words. The mage had a slightly different take on the identities they were choosing from, following a path that pointed to the daughter over the father. Maddie’s assumption was that the father had passed on in some form or fashion whereas her own theory had only taken into account the father’s absence from the events. She had to admit, following Maddie’s path narrowed down the selection considerably, which would give them a far better chance at figuring it out. Yet, they were still running into the issue of no one person completely fitting the description they were gifted.

“[color=f49ac2]The dealer’s response to my question about the order of our selections was just that it would be the easiest portion to discern. If you have an inkling that we’re talking multiple selections here, we might only be getting one riddle split into three parts. He placed the cards down yellow, blue, and then red… The riddle sort of mirrors that order with ‘sun’ or ‘light’, ‘sea’, and then ‘blood’ so it’s possible those keywords might have less to do with the identities and more to do with how we place our bets?[/color]” 

The Countess sat back and tapped her fingertips lightly along the surface of the table. She could see what Maddie meant about the subject favoring the daughter, however, Amaris still found herself in partial disagreement. While the subject did seem to be the daughter, each segment focused on the relationship and actions of another. To her, that might suggest that each of the selections would be the identities of those relations or her identity alone.

Deliberation wasn’t made any easier with the dealer’s presence, his smug attitude throwing the Countess off her game. She couldn’t rely on nearly anything he said or did. If the House desired their loss, Maddie and Amaris would find deception at every turn at this stage.

“[color=f49ac2]I’m uncertain about the first bit. I think it could be about either the daughter or the father, but that would depend on the rest of the riddle. A Sinnenodel being the foe makes sense enough to me, so we could try to start there and work our way out… But who here truly considers the Sinnenodels a friend?[/color]” Amaris refrained from touching on the final portion as she was just as stumped as her partner. Every detail she looked into pointed her in a completely different direction.

“[color=f49ac2]Or I could have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about and I’ve just doomed your exam grade.[/color]” She growled with frustration. The colors would have made so much sense but the phrasing of the lines just didn’t seem to fully cooperate with her ideas. Reading it one way she agreed with her partner while reading it another had her disagreeing with her partner. A riddle on top of another riddle; why couldn’t the dealer have just answered her damn question?