4th Riddle Woah, holy whiteness! She looked around the next room and noticed the gray clouds over head. Oh please tell me it's not going to- Just as she thought it, she felt the barrage of a hundred droplets of water rushing down on her. Super. And what's the riddle this time? She walked over, hair dripping, to read the riddle. Seems simple enough.
She wrote her answer the best she could on soggy parchment and stuck it through the slat on the door.
Last edited by Kissing.Doves; 11-01-2012 at 12:06 AM.
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