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The armored man rested on his throne carved into a mighty Sequoia stump. He looked down at Forjod as he rested his head on his fist.

"I grow weary of challenges of fitness and strength for they grow fleeting in my age. Perhaps a challenge of wit? Answer me this riddle and victory shall be yours."

"The most precious of flowers you are to me when you budded off the most beautiful of trees. You smell of lavander, cherry and rose yet are neither of these three."

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