Submission (#31) Approved

"A swarm of butterflies blocks the path. They flutter into formation and form a string of words in the sky.It's a riddle... and it looks like they won't move until you decipher it."

Upon entering the dungeon chills could be felt filling the space almost echoing across the dark never moving brick walls, filled with slight ambiance from the mysterious magical wisterias. The faint pitter patter of water could be heard, perhaps this was what kept the wisterias alive? That mystery, perhaps was knowledge that deteriorated due time. Beau cling tightly to a music journal as he continued with careful steps into the dungeon. Despite the journal titled Bard’s music journal, another mystery Beau had to find out, hoping this dungeon would reveal the secrets of who is Bard? As Beau continued paw step by paw step on the cold, wet, brick floor catching himself as he slightly slipped along the way when he wasn’t focusing he came across a more brightly lit up area. The sounds seems to give a seemingly warm vibe compared to the chilling air of the hallway he had so carefully trek through. 
 As he entered the room he was greeted by a swarm of butterflies that have now blocked his continued path. Slightly annoyed due to loosing the promise of the warm he had just now discovered he attempted swatting at the butterflies to get pass them, unsuccessful attempts were made, leaving Beau wheezing and huffing straining to recapture his breath as the butterflies continues to weave through the air seemingly remaining in formation and forming a string of, words? Beau looked at the barely formed words forming what appeared to be a riddle and became quite perplexed at what he may be looking at. Taking a moment to decipher what words these butterflies were making, he’d open up the music journal to write out the letters, that was when he realized the journal began flipping pages. He’d struggle against the pages to attempt taking his notes of the letters being formed by the butterflies but it was to no avail. The pages continued flipping, flipping and flipping til it finally stopped. 
 Beau looked down at the page, stopping in his train of thoughts at how eerily similar the words matched with what he saw from the butterflies, he’d trace with one claw of his paw each letter as he read out the words. Underneath he could see music notes on a music sheet. He recalled there was a letter for every music note, taking out the quill he’d begin scribbling letters above each note til it formed the answer to the riddle. He’d looked up at the butterflies and called out his answer.

This submission includes the following boss battles:

Boss	Damage
Bartholomew's Tithe	20

Reward	Amount
Slumber Mask	100
★ Glass	1
Farthings	20