<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f1/4c/81/f14c81c573fe2faade44fef000391ab8.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name</strong>Gil Roseapple<br/><strong>Character location</strong>In a cave, eye-level with awesome butts<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/>After the orc fight, Gil scrubbed at his face with one rag-gloved hand, to clear the blood, sweat, and "rain" from it. "Fucking things," he muttered quietly, then set about looting, with the precision and indifference of someone who's done this many times. Rusted blades were chucked away into the wilderness; no need to arm the next orc band that roamed htrough here. But Gil was more interested in anything<em>neat</em>- and he found it, in the hip-pouch of one of the creatures, a string of dog or wolf teeth. he rattled it a bit then added it to a pouch of his own. "Poor pay for a day's labor, but I guess you can't expect much from the last lump in the orcish gutter, can you?"<br/><br/>"I don't think they'd come back; if they ran to someone tougher they'd just get their own heads beaten in for being weak, instead of getting backup." Gil adjusted the cloth band around his brow. "But... if you want to keep moving, I'm good for it..." So saying, he dug out a paper-wrapped piece of pemmican and popped it into his mouth, chewing almost mechanically. it's not the tastiest thing in the world, but Gil was never one to pass up food. "Which way're we going, Robes?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Once in the cave, Gil had been the first to produce a torch, and set about moving ahead of the group, poking light into the assorted crevasses and nooks, checking to make sure all was safe. he then ushered the taller sorts through the narrow passage, one by one, nudging an elbow closer here, giving a rump a shove there. "Watch your hair, princesses," he said, including Alrun in this, "Getting your frilly locks snagged on a rock is the leading cause of death in caves." This was a complete lie, but it sounded correct, so.<br/><br/>Once the space opened up, Gil found a place to wedge the torch to provide good ambient lighting, and sucked a breath through his teeth at the sight of the armored hulks... and the unfortunate at their feet. "Great, just great. First rape-orcs, now killer suits of armor and logic puzzles." Gil's head tilted. he was somewhat familiar with the concept at hand, but usually it was phrased differently. Still, he could work from that foundation.<br/><br/>Gil strolled up to one of the two - the crusader - and looked way way up at him, it, Gil doesn't know. He put on an innocent, winsome golly-gee-shucks halfling expression out of habit, and asked, "Okay. So, which of these three paths is the one the Guardian would<em>not</em>send us down?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Logic!</div><div class="spoiler_body">here's how it works.<br/><br/>With the information given we have to take "The crusader will always lie," and "only the guardian can show you the true path" for granted. The key here is that these facts are in effect after intruductions.<br/><br/>The crusader introduces himself, then says "I will point you to the false path.' Since we know he is compelled to lie, that statement is false.<br/><br/>The Guardian introduces himself, then says "I will point you to the right path." he has no compulsion to lie OR tell the truth. We know he <em>can</em> point us to the correct path, but when he says he <em>will</em>, it could be either or. Asking him a question is thus basically pointless, but by the logic of the riddle, we still have to use him somehow.<br/><br/>What we know now; the Crusader must lie, but WILL point us to the correct path. The Guardian will either lie or not, but CAN point us to the correct path, and he said he will. The Crusader <em>also</em> does not know if the Guardian will choose to lie or not. <br/><br/>So. We ask the Crusader to point to the path that the Guardian would <strong>not</strong> choose. The crusader, knowing what we know about what the guardian just said, assumes the guardian will send us correctly. he must then lie, and tell us the guardian would not send us down <em>that</em> path.</div></div>