Hold on.

Where is the riddler?


There is only silence here...












...oh. Right.





There is a low groan you hear off in the distance, and as you continue your approach you can barely here the low audible noise of quiet mumbling, laced with complaints and bitter tones as it continued. No particular word seems to stand out to you, the speech intertwining together.

There is a pause, and then you manage to hear,






"Nnngh.... my head......"











Well you managed to find him. A good thing, you could suppose.
And he seemed to be speaking.



...Well, that's an exaggeration.
Muttering isn't exactly an understandable language.











Headache? No other culprit to blame other than too many mushrooms on the previous day.
You briefly think about scolding him for the filthy habit.

More groaning, and then you quickly realize something after spotting what
appears a slight discoloration beneath his fur on the side of his head.
Almost bruise like in its appearance.



Makes sense.



You'd probably knock out a drug-induced magician too, if you had the chance.
It looks like someone beat you to it, though.




You continue thinking about what appears a suddenly pleasant idea, until the sight before you
somehow managed to speak again.








"Murder...I will commit murder later... nngh...
Actually...perhaps keeping him alive w-would be better...
T-torture...or s-something...ugh..."




















...That didn't sound like a riddle at all...