Ilmlim rolls his eyes from under his blindfold. The riddles were certainly not made up by the drow, or any other natural denizen of the underdark. Never the less Ilmlim was a sly and cleaver one.<br/><br/>"Nothing, though greed and avarice has no end."<br/><br/>"The letter 'e' in the common language of the surface folks."<br/><br/>"There are lots of things that blocks vision, fog, webs, and light for us drow, but for you I'm guessing to mean darkness."