"Listen carefully to the rules of the second round, mortal, for this time we shall not repeat ourselves…" the middle head intoned, its voice curling through the mist like a whisper at the edge of thought.
"The second question is a test of logic, not insight. There is only one riddle, and only one correct answer."
The fog coiled tighter around the specter until its form vanished entirely, replaced by nothing but gray swirling smoke, as even its eyes were gone.
Leo could no longer see even the faintest outline of the ghost, and could hence no longer rely on the codex to help him answer this one.
It seemed like the ghost had figured out his cheat, and had slammed the door shut against him being able to use it again by completely covering its body with thick fog.
"A sellsword is placed in a chamber with three chairs.
In the first sits a king who offers him gold for protection against his enemies.
In the second, a merchant who offers twice that for silence and discretion.
