You have not answered the riddles of my two brothers. Leave now and ponder your failure for a time. You may start anew when you return.

You have answered correctly, mortal.

I acknowledge that your answer is correct.

You have failed my riddle, mortal. You will now die.

My fellow Atronach, Zedias-soko, was slain. The Altmer claims the Dunmer is guilty. The Dunmer says the Khajiit did it. The Orc swears he didn't kill Zedias-soko. The Khajiit says the Dunmer is lying. If only one of these speaks the truth, who killed Zedias-soko?

Ah! First you must pass the Fire Daedra's riddle. Leave this place, unworthy one.

You have answered my riddle, mortal. Go on to the next challenge before your warm flesh angers me further.

Excellent. You are a worthy opponent. If you do not wish to feel the chills of Oblivion, you may pass.

You have failed the second riddle. You are unworthy.

If you lie to me I will slay you with my sword. If you tell me the truth, I will slay you with a spell.

You ansswered my tessst.

Passs, mortal.

You fail! Now taste flame, mortal!

[The Daedra speaks slowly in words it obviously memorized.] A metal neither black nor red As hheavy as man's golden greed What you do to ssstay ahead With fffriend or arrow or sssteed

You failed my challenge.

You proved that the Legion has courtesy.

You have failed my challenge.

Yes, you have proven to me that the Legion has courtesy. I admit I was wrong.

Well. You haven proven to me that you have wit and poetry. Perhaps the Legion has courtesy after all.

You are doing better than I expceted. But the next riddle is harder still: I gave you a sock, not unlike a box With hammers and nails all around it Two lids open when it knocks...

You are doing better than I expected. But the next riddle is harder still: I gave you a sock, not unlike a box With hammers and nails all around it Two lids open when it knocks...

You are doing better than I expected. But the next riddle is harder still: I gave you a sock, not unlike a box With hammers and nails all around it Two lids open when it knocks...

Very good. Now for the next riddle: Poets know the hearts of Men and Mer But beasts can't know my heart, you see This book was written by a bear...

Very good. Now for the next riddle: Poets know the hearts of Men and Mer But beasts can't know my heart, you see This book was written by a bear...

Very good. Now for the next riddle: Poets know the hearts of Men and Mer But beasts can't know my heart, you see This book was written by a bear...

It has a tail, a side, and a head I call it what I call a snake It has no body, and it is dead...

It has a tail, a side, and a head I call it what I call a snake It has no body, and it is dead...

It has a tail, a side, and a head I call it what I call a snake It has no body, and it is dead...

You have lost the challenge. Go tell your commander that the Legions have no courtesy.

Come back when you are ready to meet my challenge.

I will ask of you a riddle and you must give the answer as a rhyme. Are you ready?

Ufh!

Ha! Pathetic manling! You will regret that!

We shall see about that!

I thought so. Enough riddles now. You will not pass the threshold. Leave the way you came.

CORR-- Wait, what did y--

CORRECT. Technically. But know that it will be you. Now leave me. Or try me.

CORRECT. Enough amusement, now. Leave me. Or try me.

WHAT... WILL HAPPEN IF YOU CROSS THE THRESHOLD?

WHAT... IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?

WHAT... IS YOUR STATION IN THESE LANDS?

No more riddles. Leave. Or talk. Do not pass the threshold.

Fine. I suppose it is not the worst way to kill time. But it will not help you cross the threshold. [The guardian makes a sound as though clearing its throat] MANLING. YOU STAND IN THE PRESENCE OF XERHET HITAI. ANSWER ME THESE QUESTIONS THREE.

You're persistent to the point of annoyance. Do you want to hear a riddle that badly?

Wasn't I clear the first time? No riddle will let you pass the threshold.

Riddles will not help you here. The threshold is absolute. You will not enter the upper levels of this derelict tower.

Of course, the undead have as few riddles left to speak as secrets to keep.

Correct! I hope this has taught you something of Tsaesci culture, %PCName.

Incorrect.

Thirty white horses on a red hill. First they champ, then they stamp, and then they stand still.

I am incredibly underwhelmed.

The posing of riddles is a convention of aristocratic society in Tsaesci, the Summerset Isle, High Rock, and recently Cyrodiil. Gentlemen collect books of riddles and study them, hoping thereby to increase the chances of their appearing sly and witty in conversation. For his part, this gentleman always seeks new riddles to devour.