The Queen places her hand on her chin as she ponders these questions. She thinks for several seconds before she looks down at the man having come to her conclusion.<br/><br/><strong>”Birds suddenly appear every time I am around because it has been decreed that they must serenade me in song when ever I walk the lands. Although when I do tire of them they become food for my pets. And who let the dogs out?! You must go into the forest and find the tree with the blue moss facing west, take a scraping of that moss place it in your left hand, close your eyes, turn three times and walk strait. The first person you find will be who let the dogs out! You may punish them with a feather!”</strong><br/><br/>The Queen smiles at her own wisdom and dismisses him to go do what she has said.<br/>