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You have not gone far before you come to a small bare study. A young woman is sat at a desk, looking very upset. Hearing you enter, she lifts her head, and you recognise her as Sidriss, daughter of the great wizard, Hordriss the Confuser. She is studying a piece of paper, and eating an apple from a nearby basket of fruit.
"Hello there," she says. "I don't suppose you can help me? I wouldn't ask normally, but father's set me a stinker of a task as a punishment for getting a spell wrong. He's not going to teach me any more magic unless I can come up with a puzzle that he'll find difficult. Are you any good with this sort of thing?"