Suddenly, a loud cackle filled the room, and a dull orange light flickered into existence in the far shadows. Slowly, the light drew nearer, and Beira realized that it was the illumination of some strange pumpkin headed apparition. The ghostly creature drew closer, cackling as it did so, an aura of menace surrounding it. Beira made ready her pumpkin gun thing, but she did not fire, and would not, unless the creature proved hostile. "Well, hello, ill-fated one," whispered the phantom. "I am Sir Jacky Pumpolian the Third, Master of the Dark Arts, and a creature of darkness and woe bound to this season."
"Hello, creature with the tediously long name. I am Beira the Third of Utgardr. I suppose we do have something in common," the God Slayer replied.
"How delightful," the ghost said with a cackle. "Now, since you stand before me, you shall answer three riddles of mine. Should you fail to answer my riddles, you will suffer a most grievous and dastardly fate. Now, listen! The person who built it sold it. The person who bought it never used it. The person who used it never saw it. What is it?"
Beira frowned. It took a bit of thinking, but she guessed at the answer. "What do you Fioreans call your corpse boxes? Ah, yes. A coffin."
Sir Jacky hissed in anger, but composed himself. "Very good, but hear this one: What do you call a skeleton that makes you laugh and giggle when you’re sad?" Beira was totally confused. "The dead do not speak, and when they do, it is not to make the living laugh," she replied. "I cannot guess this one." Sir Jacky screeched in laughter and said, "The answer is 'a funny bone'!"
"What in existence is a funny bone?" Beira asked in a mixture of confusion and irritation, but the ghost had gone on to the third riddle. "I have a name but it isn’t mine, you don’t think about me while in your prime. People cry when I’m in their sight, other lie with me all day and night. What am I?"
Somehow, by some chance reaching of her mental faculties, Beira realized the answer. "A sepulchre's marker," she replied. The ghost shook his pumpkin head, chuckling ominously. "The answer is a tombstone." Beira stamped her foot angrily. "What nonsense is this? What's the difference between a tombstone and a sepulchre's marker?" Sir Jacky was silent for a moment, but then he cackled loud. "No matter, no matter! You failed one of my riddles. Prepare to die!"
"You haven't even told me what a funny bone--" the Utgardian paused even as she leaped out of the way of a stream of dark flame which issued forth from the ghost's head, aimed at her. Without a word, Beira fled the room, the ghost on her tail. She couldn't use magic here, and that was highly disadvantageous. The best thing to do would be to get her magic back, and then Sir Jacky would not be so light hearted. Dodging another gout of dark flame, Beira leaped down a flight of stairs, breaking her fall with a well-executed roll. With a sprint and another leap, she had made her way outside. The ghost still pursued her. Climbing to the top of a hedge, Beira raced along the structure, and then, dodging another blast of dark fire, the God Slayer leaped off the hedge, having escaped the perimeter of the haunted castle. Foolishly, the ghost followed. Quickly, the God Slayer turned, flinging a shard of dark ice which impaled the ghost's head. With an anguished wail, the ghost disappeared in a puff of smoke.
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