Given carte blanche by the representatives of Blue Mountains Regiment to wander the halls at will, Daeruth decides to actually do her job and find some references to the riddle of the chest, naturally after restocking her keg of Longbeard brandy, a word here, a deed there, and all would soon be as it should, Daeruth had never travelled to this hall before though it looked vaugely familiar in parts, could it be built on the ruins of Belegost? if so, all the tunnels and mines around could hold the treasure they were seeking, concentrate... concentrate... find the real library of these halls first and work on
the chest riddle..
Sky to peak.
Peak to pass.
Pass to snow.
Winter's wrath.
Many wailing,
Many fleeing.
Pass to plains.
Rivers go dry.
No rest in the south.
Dwarf door closes.
Knowledge opens.
Though Hir Tindir quoted a different version to the dwarves, Daeruth looked through her notes for the phrase he used
Sky to peak.
Peak to pass.
Pass to snow.
Winter's wrath.
Many wailing,
Many fleeing.
Pass to plains.
Rivers go dry.
No rest in the south.
Dwarf door closes.
Knowledge opens.
Is the key? where
Treasure is danger
Daeruth shook her head, it wasn't like Sorontar to keep things from her, did he make a mistake? she shook the thoughts from her head again, she noticed the final part of the riddle could be read several ways, 'Knowledge is the key?' and 'where treasure is danger' could it have been written by another she pondered.
The riddle had a peculiar effect on the dwarves she noticed, and they mentioned a place she'd never heard of before with wyrms as possible guardians, though the idea was swiftly laughed off by Omali, they also mentioned Erebor
and a secret door opened only on Durin's day, which seemed unlikely, sadly the dwarves had to return to their duties before any mention of the carved runes on the chest could be broached, but the dwarves said they would return and speak again once all were settled in.
Daeruth spoke with several dwarrows, quickly gaining the trust needed to access the secret library for her purposes,
'The old ways are the best ways' she mused as she headed down deep under the halls, she was fast running out of the mithril flakes she had brought as currency, trade and bribes, though once they had their answers (if any!) they could return and seek this
'Nar's peak library' Daeruth reached the door at the end and on opening it revealed a much forgotten musty library, she could spend Yéni in here and not tire of reading the volumes of books within it. Daeruth looked over the shelves at random suddenly realising
she should be somewhere else, she reluctantly closed the heavy door and returned to where the elves were lodging, desperately trying to hide her excitement of possibly the biggest find this side of the last great war.
