"It's Riddler's Gambit. Cheating is the whole point." Crimson eyed her less than trustworthy servants from under her hood. She never understood their little foibles – none more so than regular ponies at any rate – but she had never expected changelings to be so… well, like that. She turned back and looked down at her book, muttering away as she memorized the spells there again and again. The book Master had gotten for her from before had nothing particularly new to her bar one spell, but she was reluctant to try it. Why would she ever need to make an earthquake? It seemed needlessly destructive, even if it was only small.