Nyshra took long moments that were occasionally, dreadfully disturbed by the morbid sounds from above. It did not help that her average mind was interrupted to consider the ocean around her and the structure just above. The creature beneath the armor would shift slowly, greatly in nervousness while eyes scanned the letters of the scroll a great many time. "So... I... the food..."  *She would take the ration and un-secure the side of her defensive veil to consume the object. "Now, two items... the sloth potion, the bar, the candle. Well.. I.. must take the candle. Would.. sloth.. be a fool's condition? Yet... the greedy ... seek gold. Eugh..."    Her intelligence struggled to grasp the conditions of the riddle. All she could imagine was to light the candle and take in free hand, passing fingers over the scroll, turning it over, dearly taking to its examination.