Kaetris: More and more of the fruits are stuck to the walls by knives and forks. Their variety is astonishing, many are rare and valuable fruits that only grow in remote areas. And yet here they are, pierced to the wall like a common produce. Eventually you come upon smears of red on the wall. Berry juice. They're thick letters, obviously made by the touch of fingers, spelling out a message.
The hall is full of silence. Nothing scurries, nothing moves in the shadows. Nothing white flashes. But the feeling of eyes is heavy upon you.
Amneir: The shadowy figure steps forward into the room, a familiar limp in his walk.
"WHAT BY THE DRAGONS ARE YA LOT DOIN' IN MY CLOSETS!?" It's the voice of the janitor from before, the one who had stopped Amneir as she attempted to take candles from the supply closet. The snake is wrapped loosely around his neck and shoulders, its eyes staring at you all as its master fumed. The Cynis leading the group seems stunned, the words to the ritual frozen on her lips.
"I...it was...we were told we could be in he-"
"NO! NO REASON TO BE IN HERE SO LATE AT NIGHT! OR EVER!" He shoved the door of the supply closet wide open.
"Out! Out of my closet! If I EVER find ANY of you in here again, I swear by the dragons I'll be shippin' the lot o' ya home!" His eyes rested on Amneir. "And I already told YOU to stay out of here! And ya jus' come walking back in? If I see you in here again, I'm takin' it straight to the dominie!" The girls are starting to scatter, collecting their small books and relics and rushing past the janitor.
Morgan: Croix stared at you, and then at the board. Then back at you.
"I would say now...though I'm afraid I cheated and took most of the rewards already." He leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm as he stared at Morgan's eye. His other hand raised up, his index finger sticking straight up.
"The first one. Satisfaction of curiosity. I was curious as to the extent of your wits. I'm satisfied to know that you know nothing of the game, but are willing to take risks to try and make another feel less than he is. A tactic I often enjoy using." His middle and ring finger stuck up as well, three fingers pointed in the air.
"The third one. A test of sanity. You're not sane. Or at the very least, not stable. Granted, most with facial prosthesis often lose their sanity eventually. You've just taken a liking to it." His pinkie finger stuck up, now with four fingers.
"And as for someone sharing Amneir's room...well, now I know that someone IS in her room. Wouldn't be a human or dragonblooded, as that's against the rules. Likely a pet. A pet of interest if you chose to bring it up. Good to know, and I can easily figure it out." He leaned forward even more, his other hand joining the first under his face.
"So, the only prize I haven't taken yet is the riddle. I believe I'll choose that one."