"A tragedy, then. We should visit where you're from, and show them a proper sphinx." "He does make a good point about the riddle though. Just needs to be difficult. Hmmm..." "You are the Knight of the Summer Court. If you do not do the impossible three times each day, you are either dying or an imposter." "Oh, don't worry about the strain. We are healers, after all. We'd never leave a patient in agony, when we're done with them."<br/><br/>They get up and move together, putting their heads together to discuss a riddle, speaking in soft, hushed tones; if he listens carefully, he'll actually note that it's in a language he doesn't recognize, sounding vaguely like Arabic. Finally, they nod, and give him the riddle. "It does not translate as well from our native tongue as we might like, but it should still be a challenge for you.<br/><br/><em>Born of earth, strengthened in fire<br/>I sit on high, master of water<br/><br/>What am I?</em>"