Suspicious Sawbones: Ahee hee hee!
Trickster Imp: Oho! You've done well to see through my disguise, mortaling. I was convinced I'd gotten the glamour just right this time!
Trickster Imp: I wonder...might your mind be as sharp as your eyes? Riddle me this, and your day will be a touch sweeter for it! Hee hee!
Trickster Imp: Ahem! Ready or not, here I come!
Trickster Imp: Fire rains from the sky as a proud people fall,Leaving nary a scream from behind the dark wall.Of when do I speak?
The trickster imp poses a riddle to Haru Miaru.
Fire rains from the sky as a proud people fall,Leaving nary a scream from behind the dark wall.Of when do I speak?
15 summers past.
5 summers past.
12 summers past.
Trickster Imp: ...Is the wrong answer! Boooooo! And that was supposed to be one of the easy ones...
Trickster Imp: You disappoint me, mortaling, but being the generous soul that I am, I will give you a consolation prize. Take these pumpkin cookies here, and never let it be said that we imps are miserly.
Trickster Imp: Ta-ta, mortaling. Be seeing you!

5 summers is the wrong answer