"I think this is a puzzle, which is just as bad." Trunks moved closer, examining the doors. Reaching up to feel along the edges, leaning in close and trying to hear, trying to sense anything...nothing.
But he was able to clear the vines off, to make out the writing. On the Wooden door was a short verse. Look for me not lightly, for I am easy to be found. Seeking to escape me will only cause a frown.
"It's a riddle." Low-voiced and frustration evident. Moving to examine the words on the metal door too. Take away my first letter, and I still sound the same. Take away my last letter, I still sound the same. Even take away my letter in the middle, I will still sound the same. I am a five letter word. What am I?
Neither of them obviously offered any clues as to which way to go, and there didn't seem to be anything like a clue in the room. Not that he could find, anyways.
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But he was able to clear the vines off, to make out the writing. On the Wooden door was a short verse. Look for me not lightly, for I am easy to be found. Seeking to escape me will only cause a frown.
"It's a riddle." Low-voiced and frustration evident. Moving to examine the words on the metal door too. Take away my first letter, and I still sound the same. Take away my last letter, I still sound the same. Even take away my letter in the middle, I will still sound the same. I am a five letter word. What am I?
Neither of them obviously offered any clues as to which way to go, and there didn't seem to be anything like a clue in the room. Not that he could find, anyways.