“You wouldn’t 'apppen to be good at solving riddles would you, Mr. Salesman?”
Wex: I’m alright
knock on the door
Rina opens door.
“Yes, I’m Rina. Wow, a package! Thank you!”
Rina signs the form, takes the crate, and close the door.
“Let’s all leave first thing before anything else.”
Grimm shows Wex the riddle.
“What do you 'zink of 'zis?”
Wex: Well, the “second” goes around and around, like perhaps a circle or a ring, maybe a spiral or a windmil
Wex: And the first passes without making a sound, which, in riddles, generally means time
Wex: so it’s a Time Circle or whatever that thing you said was
“So our only bloody clue is to look somewhere close?” Grimm sighs.
Wex: Maybe it’s under the bed or something
Rina looks under the bed.
Bag there
“I found the bag!”
Rina takes the bag and looks inside it.
There is a small Gremlin near the bag top, he’s holding something bomb-shaped
Gremlin: Nyeeheeheehee, boom!
The unknown bomb-shaped object explodes, killing the party
Room
Snooze
Knock
“…”
Open
Sign
Take
Close
(ye)
Grimm slices Wex’s throat in his sleep.
“You like bomb, right?”
Rina takes the bag from under the bed and shove the crate inside
“Here! Die, die, die!”
“Die, stupid thing!”
Rina holds the bag close
There is a boom heard from within the bag, the top flap bulges out slightly, then goes back to normal
“Ha ha!”
Rina opens the bag