Denny
*At the end of Mevis' travels would be a path that led into some hills, in a valley that seemed to have a small cave. Within this cave would be a restless pool of water, leading into many deeper underwater caverns and small tunnels. Across it would be a large, stone door, with dry land just at the foot of it. It appeared ancient, with moss growing in some of the details. Artwork was carved along the face of it, some faded beyond the point of recognition. On either side of the door were holes, no larger than a human skull, pouring water into the pool. In the middle was a small hole, about 5ft from the ground, with an inscription underneath.*

```Three stand, eyes on each other.

One is bound by the acts of another.

Two may name the same name of their mother.

Only two could call another watcher brother.

One cannot speak, else truth would uncover.

Three stand, eyes on each other.

One must die, so take your choice.

We will tell by just the noise.```
Julie
Mevis would've been spooked trying to get into the cave. He didn't like locations that made it difficult to run, and cave was certainly not the most spacious location. Upon reaching the door without any encounters, Mevious would let out a sigh of relief. At least he made it to the door without dying. The cave must be pretty old as the artwork was no longer recognizable. Mevis wondered who made this door and artwork in the first place and what purpose did it serve? Perhaps the elves? He didn't know too much about their culture but this was the elven march after all. He also wondered if there was some sort of magic at work as he couldn't imagine how the place hadn't flooded with a constant flow of water from the holes. More so he was confused on what was supplying water to those two holes. 
After throughly examining his surroundings he would then walk up and read the inscription. He would then read it again, look around, then read one more time. He would scratch his head in frustration. '3 stand, eyes to each other'? There weren't any statues nearby. Hopefully it wasn't referring to any of the paintings cus they were long gone. But maybe he could try getting a closer look? He would then try to approach the paintings and brush it up hoping to get some sort of idea on what they were.
Denny
*There were five engravings: one in the middle and another in each corner. The middle piece was the most preserved. Unfortunately, it was very simple. It was simply an eye, with the hole being at the very center.*
*The top left painting seemed to be a wood elf, perhaps a druid of some sort, sitting by a pool of water and peering into it. The top right image was an elf, looking directly out, at the viewer, while a hunter with a bow stood off to the side, aiming at the animal. The bottom left work was far too faded to see any details, while the bottom right appeared to have a skull, broken into pieces. Any further details were worn away.*
Julie
Mevis admired the art. It would seem he was right that this place was made likely made by the elves. Perhaps they were clues? The right image was of an elk about to be killed and the riddle said something about choosing one of them to die, right? There was also the fact that each painting seemed to have something to do with sight, with the middle one basically being an eye, so maybe all the holes were watchers? Perhaps that meant he had to make the right hole 'die'? 
Seemed far too simple, after all many other people have came here and couldn't figure it out and Mevis doubted someone like him would be able to solve it this quickly. He should go over the riddle once more, but before that he should give another scan around the room. It was a trait he didn't really like using, but he needed as much information as he can get. Mevis closes his eyes and after opening them his normally brown eyes are now red as he activates his thermal vision. He hoped that the water would provide a colder reading so he could get a better idea of where the water was coming from and perhaps even get some clues on what was behind the holes/door.
Denny
*Outside was a chilly winter day, though the cave walls inside were colder, more so than the door. The water was chilled by this, as the water spouting from the wall was warmer than the pool, though seemed to be cooled as it settled and moved down into the many small tunnels below. A few tunnels below seemed to warm the water a bit as it went down, while the rest were cold.*
Julie
Shame, it seemed his sight couldn't provide anymore clues. The few tunnels that seemed to be warm was a bit interesting, though he couldn't figure out how it related to the riddle. He couldn't even seem to see where the source of water was for the two holes. At this point the only thing he really got going for him was to make the right hole 'die' because it has an elk image about to be shot over it. Mevis sighed. Seeing the crushed skull image and the fact that the holes were 'skull-sized' he suspected that he had to stuff his head into the hole to stop it from flowing, thus making it 'die'. It seemed like a really really stupid idea. He even cringed from the mere idea of doing something so silly. But magic is weird and given his clues this seemed like the best bet. He only hoped it wouldn't crush his skull if he was wrong, but perhaps he deserves it for doing something this stupid. 
That being said, he couldn't let one skull be crushed though. Mevis pulls the Oni Skull Mask off from the side of his head and puts it in his bag for now. Didn't need both of their skulls crushed. He would then go up to the right hole, take a deep breath, close his eyes, and stuff his head in.
Denny
*The water pouring from the hole came rushing over Mevis' head and face, pouring all over him. However, if he could see through all the water, the inside of the hole was made of glass. It showed into the chamber, though the image was slightly distorted due to the bits of rushing water. Within stood a figure draped in robes facing an identical figure. This second one, though, faced the door.*

*Remaining in the hole would be difficult, the experience was similar to being waterboarded.*
Julie
Mevis would pull his back gasping for air. Well then, it looked like he didn't open the door, but he sort of saw what was inside. Also his skull didn't get crushed so that was good. Maybe he could get more information by looking through the other holes. He would start with the smaller one that didn't have water flowing out of it as he was still trying to recover his breath, after which he would go peek into the left hole.
Denny
*From the small hole, Mevis could only see the one figure staring right at him. From here, it was clearly a wooden mannequin in robes, devoid of any features beyond that. However, compared to the perspective of the right hole, something seemed off. There wasn't enough room to see the other figure from here, but something about the stance was strange, though not easy to phrase.*
Julie
A wooden mannequin in robes? And what was with that stance? Dancing? Bowing? Mevis couldn't really tell. Maybe the last hole will provide more insight. He takes a deep breath again, preparing himself to be waterboarded again and stuffs his head in.
Denny
*Through the glass tube that Mevis came to expect would be the same room, but now, only one mannequin is present. The one facing the door is nowhere to be seen, but a type of slate is reflecting light in a strange way. Perhaps it is some kind of mirror? It isn't facing Mevis, though.*
Julie
Mevis would pull his head out and breath heavily again. He was truly stumped. A mirror? Mannequins? Watchers? What was up with the Mannequins stance? Didn't seem like stuffing his head into the holes worked either. What was he to do? What did the riddle mean? He could now see why many others had trouble with it. He knew he wasn't as smart as Isabella or as clever as Old Man Roth. He had acquired all his knowledge from experience and books but that couldn't be compared to real talent. Worst of all he had came here in hopes of maybe saving someone who was trapped, but so far he had no leads. He wanted to give up, to go back and return to the library and read books at his leisure. But he lets out another sign and sits down instead. He couldn't give up, heroes don't give up. So at the very least he could sit there and try to think with a clearer head, trying to gather up the clues he had gotten so far and try to make sense of them. Perhaps he should start with the stance. It was not easy to phrase, but not impossible. He would think through all the various stances he had read about from either dancing books, martial art books, or even romance books and try to figure out which one would come closest to it.
Denny
*The stance wouldn't line up with any images that Mevis might have seen, because the stance wasn't technically possible. The way the light interacted with the figure, the way the body leaned one way , none of it seemed right. Hovering. It looked as though the figure was hovering. It was as if there wasn't a figure at all, but the projection or image of a figure, somehow. The first figure, facing the hovering mannequin, was placed realistically, and nothing seemed wrong when it was looked upon.*
Julie
Mevis was lost. He couldn't reach the projection. Though he didn't try opening the door either... He would go up to the door and try opening it up. Mevis would be severely disappointed in himself for falling into the typical blunder of assuming the door was locked. If anything he would try to learn from this experience, to always try all options and keep away from assumptions if possible.