You leave the goose goblin shenanigans behind and retrace your steps, this time heading left when you get to the entrance.

After walking down the dimly lit passageway for a few minutes, a demonic figure suddenly appears, in a puff of sulphurous smoke. Though he’s frightening, he looks kind of cool because he has an awesome leather jacket, like he’s in the Ramones or something, whoever they are.

I mean, look at him. Awesome. Looks at his face. His red goose demon face. Super cool. And his belt buckle has a skull on it. So cool. And all that fire? Mean.

“Admiring the view?” he honks.

“Yes, actually I was.” You reply.

“Good, good. I bet you’d like this jacket, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” you reply. “Not going to lie. I was wondering where I might get one.”

“Well. How about a wager? I ask you a riddle, a real easy one because this is just the start of the dungeon. If you get it right, you get the jacket.”

“And if I get it wrong?”

“I get to eat your soul.”

Well, what do you reckon? Have a go at the easy riddle and get a cool jacket? Or run away towards the goose chants?