Egwin Mould

A towel, Ginovanolafan, dries as it gets wetter. And it is as I predicted to myself, you would be the person to solve my second riddle. I wrote it with you in mind. Before I set my third, I have another prediction to make. With the help of snow crystals gouged from the walls of my cell I have been busy in the art of divining. It is prophesied that this year Ginovanolafan, you will save a life with your riddle skills. Now for my third and the most difficult: You are lost in the labyrinth of passages in the Deriver mansion and come to a T-junction. A sign says “one way will get you out, the other will mean certain death” A pixie approaches you. “A left turn will get you out of there,” it advises. A nearby sprite hears this and calls out, “Beware of him. He lies!” “Exactly 4 times out of 10, I do!” the pixie retorts, and disappears. You know from folklore that all sprites always tell the truth. You also know that throughout their life, an individual pixie tells the truth a certain number of sentences out of ten, determined by chance at birth. You also know this number is an integer. Which way should you turn to maximize your chance of escape?

Greetings and shivers from my very icy cell, Maria? Why she is my muse, coasterfreak101. I ended her life and I still love her in death, in the same obsessive manner. Giovanolafan, you think too clearly. But I do like your thought process. I can almost feel your neurons firing. You need to take care to avoid the unpredictable paradox; unpredictability is the root of fallibility, remember that. JR my friend, coaster guru almighty, you make your clues too subtly. Yet you are correct, sometimes you have to avoid trust to solve a riddle. Maria? Maria is my muse. But we must answer what she was. She WAS a liar. And a good one at that. You’ve all just made that great intellectual leap to the answer of my riddle. I murdered Mary Deriver and I reside in Niflheim as penance for it, Giovanolafan. In life I was her devoted servant, but it was never enough. She died in the bed where I killed her, beside her wretched husband, see: - http://www.nolimitsdevcenter.net/i31526 Madame Skulking, pleasure to see you here. Don’t be too harsh on the mortals here! When you taste blood, there’s nothing stopping you. Some things never change! “Oh and why are you in Prison? Did you do a no no?” Do you really want to know the truth, Vffreak07? She doesn’t have the title of Death Nurse for nothing! In the Second World War she ended the lives of hundreds of injured service men, taking pleasure in the pain of their final breath. As soon as she was tending to them alone, Madam Skulking would strangle them slowly to death. I end with my second riddle and I wish you better luck this time round:- ***What is the difference between a lady and her mirror ?*** I wish you luck as always, the fun is my great pleasure, Egwin Mould

Greetings from beyond the grave from Edwin Mould; prisoner no. 666 cell 52B. Life in the freezing eternity of Niflheim gets a bit boring so you interesting souls might just be the tonic for my boredom. I've been dead to your world for over a hundred years; punished for my terrible crimes. Now, please, I insist, pick my long dead brains with your questions? I know more about Niflheim than you can shake a frozen stick at! And I have a question for you mortals before I go… Maria said to John, My father is your father, and my mother is your mother, and yet we are not brother and sister. Now tell me mortals, what was Maria? Your guesses please, along with your questions! Much love from the cold side of Hell, Egwin Mould