text: You open the door with the wolf engraved on it and the game keeper nods with approval. “Good job kid. Did you put together the first letters of every sentence or was it just a lucky guess? Either way I suppose it’s time for me to move on. Good luck with the next riddle, but watch yourself. I hear there’s a killer on the loose in the tower.” You want to ask the game keeper more but by the time you turn around both the man and the hawk have already vanished.
  
  
  The doorway leads to a large dining hall with one great table, decorated with candles and long enough to host a royal banquet. The plates, cutlery and candle sticks are all covered in dust and all the seats are empty save for the last five at the far end, all of which are filled by ghosts.
  
  
  Two men sit on the left of the table and two women on the right. Judging by their clothing they are all servants of different standing within the tower, but at the head of the table sits a young woman about your own age, just barely into adulthood. Both her fine velvet dress and the refined way she sits show her to be a woman of noble birth.
  
  
  “Have you come to free me from my torment?” The noble woman asks as a ghostly tear runs down her cheek. “My father sent me here to become the Wizard Lord’s bride, but while I was a guest in his tower, the scoundrel had me poisoned by one of his own servants. I cannot be free until I know who my killer is. All I know is that it is one of the four sitting at the table, and that only one of them ever speaks the truth.”
  
  
  In unison the four servants all turn to you and begin to argue in their defence.
  
  
  “The maid is the murderer.” Says the butler.
  
  
  “The cook poisoned the princess.” Says the maid.
  
  
  “I didn’t kill the girl, I swear!” Says the gardener.
  
  
  “The maid is lying.” Says the cook.
  > You colonel Mustard in the Library with the Candlestick!
  The ghost of the noblewoman looks very confused. “I do not understand. I was not murdered with a candlestick, I was poisoned. Besides, I died here at this very table, not in a library, and I do not believe the Wizard Lord has a Colonel Mustard in his emplo… Look out!” The lady screams, but you do not have time to turn around before you feel the cold, steel knife as it is plunged into your back.
  
  
  Well, I hope you’re happy. Now you’re dead, and the ghost of the poor woman will be trapped in the tower forever because you just had to make a reference to a board game that hasn't even been invented yet! Was it worth it? Was it really?!