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Post by kkm on Oct 15, 2007 23:40:54 GMT
[OOC; Excuse the title... Couldn't resist ] Quin gazed at his surroundings, obviously very perplexed. He knew he must have missed a door and walked into the wrong room, though such an explanation seemed highly unlikely, and would have walked right out had the room held no intrigue.
But. It had. He narrowed his eyes slightly, gaze glued to the far wall across from him. It was lined with shelves upon shelves of puzzle trinkets all of them ranging in levels of difficulty. There was also an elaborately decorated rug on the floor in the shape of a circle, soft enough to sit on.
Suspiciously walking over to the shelves, as he had always been a loyal fan of puzzles, he picked up a tangle of metal rods and started to unclip a few of them from their place. It wasn't long after that he was sitting cross-legged on the rug, six completed puzzles cluttered at his left knee, while the seventh lay knotted between his fingers.
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