To your surprise, a smile breaks out over his muzzle, and his eyes become lighter. With a flap of his wings he sits up straighter and says, "This way leads to the castle; thus, should you wish to get there, you must answer a riddle."
You ask, "What kind of riddle?"
He seems even happier to know you're not certain of yourself. "A riddle of Fri-on's own making. If you do not know it, you will never be able to meet him. So, dear wanderor," he adds a bit of a sneer as he says the last word, "would you like to hear my riddle?"
"Yes," you reply.
He ruffles his wings importantly and says, "Had you searched this grand place, far and wide, you shall be able to answer my question and find what's inside. Tell me the name of the forgotten mage, who was the leader of The Final Counsil, who shall never die of age. Do not use punctuation, capitals, or the like."
