Why people don't like spirits

[shardofwinter]

The weather has been irritatingly unpredictable this year. Sunny one day, a blizzard the next. It's almost impossible to plan for. Today Reynard has made sure the Nexus is smothered in a thick blanket of snow, and it's nearly perfectly smooth. The Nexus might as well be a different landscape. It's hard to tell what a person is stepping on until they take the chance to wade in. Bins, boulders, benches, street curbs are all probably the most normal things a traveller might find themselves cracking shins and toes against.

At a very strategically chosen point however, some poor people find themselves in a bit of a bother. After getting this far all it takes is one step and they find themselves chest deep in the snow. Struggling will only testify to how packed tight the freezing blanket is. Digging themselves out might be possible, but slow.

It doesn't take long before a sing-song voice comes through the air.

"A house for a five headed creature,
A tool that carves rock and earth,
A measure against misadventure,
A gift often owned from birth."

Reynard walks on top of the snow with his usual confident stroll. He crouches in front of his unfortunate victim, tilts his head and asks, "What am I?"

Comments

[shardofwinter]

"You don't have to be eager about it, but it looks likely. A pity about your toes, they'll be the first things to go."

Reynard shrugs casually. "Since you're here you might as well have another go at guessing my riddle."

[plagueofdeception]

That comment earns Reynard a threatening glare. The glint of his visible white eye could pierce through a man's soul.

Yet, just a moment after, Doctor White's face relaxes, his expression becoming more annoyed than furious. "Oh, I see how it is. You're not gonna help me until I get your riddle right. Right?"

[shardofwinter]

Again Reynard pretends to think over this before he answers. "Getting my riddle right certainly wouldn't hurt your case."

[plagueofdeception]

Prolonging the suffering as long as you can, hm?

"But would it help? That's what I was asking, ya know."

[shardofwinter]

Reynard's lips curl into a smile. Well look at this man, calling out the deals not made.

"Would it help if you knew whether or not it helped? If it does then I might get offended and leave you alone with your suspicion. If it doesn't, then what have you gained except the ability to scowl and sulk sooner?"

[plagueofdeception]

Not gonna give a straight awnser then...?

"... Fine. Palms. Is that the awnser?"

He's not expecting this guy to say yes.

[shardofwinter]

Reynard gives a low chuckle and shakes his head. "No, no it's not."

[plagueofdeception]

He groans and starts mumbling to himself. Was he just annoyed or is he actually trying to solve this?

"... Gloves???"

Come on, something's gotta give here.

[shardofwinter]

He knows he should probably suggest a clue, or try to hide just how large his smile is growing, but he can't help it. It isn't often he gets to see a man get so irritated at such a simple thing.

"No," he says with a shake of his head as he strokes his beard.