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[Ky's not dressed for a ball, even his ordinary uniform would have been more appropriate for this, but instead his clothes are simple wool, more as would befit a huntsman than would someone attending a ball. He hasn't been able to find anything else to wear, however, and the promise of breaking this curse is something that's drawn him here, as much as the fact that it simply feels like a place he should be.

Ky's eaten the food available, noting the tenderness of the meat in a way that seems new, although he can't think why it would be, but now he's found the riddle and is standing in front of it.]

This seems less like a riddle and more like a call for matchmaking.

[Ky huffs, peering closer at the plaque in hopes of making it make more sense.]