Ah. Vilhelm nodded, considering smacking his head. Of course there was to be Divination in this task, how could he forget? He allowed himself a smile - they had carved the right answer - then read the plaque. "Spread your wyrd on the heath, draw your stones out not with greed, outside it shall take you if you heed."
So... In order to get out of the arena, they needed to spread their wyrd on the hearth????
Then Regina spoke. Spread your fate on the ground. Ahh, that made more sense. But it actually didn't really... What was their fate and how did they put in on the ground? Vilhelm paced for a bit, then dropped his wand onto the ground. Maybe his fate was being a wizard? His brain lit up and he himself went down on the floor, laying on his back. This probably wasn't right, but he couldn't be docked points for trying to figure this out, right?
"I'm just thinking," he explained to Regina. Think, Vilhelm, think!
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