You open the door with the wolf engraved on it and the game keeper nods with approval. "Good job kid. Did you put together the first letters of every sentence or was it just a lucky guess? Either way I suppose it's time for me to move on. Good luck with the next riddle, but watch yourself. I hear there's a killer on the loose in the tower." You want to ask the game keeper more but by the time you turn around both the man and the hawk have already vanished.


The doorway leads to a large dining hall with one great table, decorated with candles and long enough to host a royal banquet. The plates, cutlery and candle sticks are all covered in dust and all the seats are empty save for the last five at the far end, all of which are filled by ghosts.


Two men sit on the left of the table and two women on the right. Judging by their clothing they are all servants of different standing within the tower, but at the head of the table sits a young woman about your own age, just barely into adulthood. Both her fine velvet dress and the refined way she sits show her to be a woman of noble birth.


"Have you come to free me from my torment?" The noble woman asks as a ghostly tear runs down her cheek. "My father sent me here to become the Wizard Lord's bride, but while I was a guest in his tower, the scoundrel had me poisoned by one of his own servants. I cannot be free until I know who my killer is. All I know is that it is one of the four sitting at the table, and that only one of them ever speaks the truth."


In unison the four servants all turn to you and begin to argue in their defence.


"The maid is the murderer." Says the butler.


"The cook poisoned the princess." Says the maid.


"I didn't kill the girl, I swear!" Says the gardener.


"The maid is lying." Says the cook.

The gardener dunnit!

You look accusingly at each of the servants and consider what they each said in turn. "You say that only one of them can tell the truth. Now the only one that can be telling the truth while all the others are lying is the cook, and since the gardener claims he didn't do it and we know he must be lying, that must make him the killer!" With that, the four servants all begin to disappear into the air. You have solved their riddle and now they can finally move on to the afterlife.


"Thank you." The ghost of the noblewoman tells you as she begins to fade away. "Finally I can rest in peace. I wish you luck on your next riddle. I hear it can only be solved by one with the sharpest of eyes."


Once the woman's ghost has faded from sight you leave the dining hall and descend another spiral staircase until you find yourself in a long passageway that seems to wind in a circle around the tower. All across the walls hang the most incredible works of art. Landscapes and seascapes and portraits of lords and ladies dressed in shimmering silks, all painted with exquisite attention to detail. There is one painting that draws your eye though, a strange pattern made up of purple roses which would look very pretty on a pair of curtains but seems incredibly out of place hanging on the wall with the other paintings.


"Ah, I zee you are admiring my masterpiece." A voice speaks from behind you and you turn to see a ghost of a man standing behind you dressed in a brightly coloured tunic, holding a paint palette in one hand and a brush in another. "Oh ze hours I slaved avay on zis painting and ze mastery, it iz vasted on blind fools! Vhat of you I vonder? Can you zee past vhat is in front of your eyes? Tell me, vhat is it you zee in ze painting?"

You purple Roses

The artist simply scoffs at your reply. "Hmph! Foolish child! I should 'ave known zat your puny little eyes could never vitness ze true brilliance of my vork! Perhaps you vould prefer a more in depth study of von of my other paintings. Zat von maybe?"


With that, the artist uses his paintbrush to gesture towards a magnificent work of art, depicting a war scene between a group of fully armed knights and a gang of vagabonds hiding in a forest with bows and arrows. Suddenly you feel yourself drawn to this painting and as you walk closer you find that the trees in the background seem to get further and further away while the knights in the foreground become closer and closer until they seem to be right there beside you. In fact, some of them are in front of you. It is then that you turn around in a full circle and realize that you are actually inside the painting.


"I see one!" You hear one of the knights cry, and are horrified to find that he is pointing at you. "Rebel scum! Men, in the name of the King, I order you to kill that traitor!" At the man's orders, all the other knights draw their swords in unison and point them at you.


"… Oh bugger." You mumble to yourself before turning around and running away, screaming like a little girl. You can hear the knights on their horses drawing closer to you, but they never get a chance to run you through, since out of the trees, the rebel's arrows rain down on the knights and unfortunately one of them hits you right in the chest and pierces your heart. For a painted arrow it's incredibly sharp.