Only the cleverest minds shall unlock this royal riddle Solve it and thou shalt earn a private scroll a personal video from the King himself But heed this decree thy answer must be sent by DM alongside a question of thy choosing No public guesses lest the fun be spoiled Now let the riddle begin I bear no sword yet wear a shield With plated grace I roam the field No knight no beast no scaled old drake But armored still for honor s sake I curl with care I feast with tongue On crawling things the rest outrun No teeth to show no claws to wield But nature granteth me a shield Elusive rare a gentle soul My treasure lies in every roll So tell me now if thou art wise What creature knoweth armor s guise Yet feareth not and needeth none But simply curls when trouble comes Think well noble subjects The King awaiteth thy answer and thy question Scrolls shall be sent only to the worthy