Sera's mind continued to work.  He had something of an imagination, and he enjoyed riddles, too.  Suddenly he sprang up, his fingers snapping.<br/><br/>"That's excellent, Theoron!  Malachite hold would be a dungeon!  A lock is a river.  A curtain is a forest.  A cauldron is a volcano.  But a door with teeth is a cavern.  The malachite hold could be within the cavern!  Life is bought with gold.  I know exactly what has befallen the children-- they are being forced to work hard labor in a mine!"<br/><br/>He then looked towards the bard.<br/><br/>"Are there volcanoes near the city?"<br/><br/>