Snippet #2484075

Silgvar runs his hand over his chin for a moment as he leans on the bar top.

It was obvious that she was drunk by the way she moved and how her voice was slowly dropping from time to time. Though she had the sense to keep herself stable as well has keeping her mind about her. He on the other hand took another drink before turning to look down at his flier that she was now looking at. He could tell that she was well used to seeing these damn things as she slightly loomed over it for a quick moment before inquired about the other three words near the end of the riddle.

He on the other hand just shrugged his shoulders for a moment.
"Like I said, I am just not used to this kind of riddle. Besides it seems that whoever wrote it may have missed to point something else out in the first place to make the riddle really work." He adjusted his weapon before sitting down again and sliding his feet up to the bar. "Anything from a color, sound, or person.." He drinks once more finishing off his mug and sliding it across the bar top to the other side. "A guard is rather brash.. making more trouble then it helps, while three could mean anything.. three forks, mugs, even people."

He leaned in on his elbow while he harked back to a better time in his mind. About fighting and searching for treasure, while complicated and dangerous surely has this riddle beat in effect through his point of view.