With the runes bag slung over his shoulder, Salander made a turn down the path, where he once again met the Willow's swaying branches. He flinched unconsciously as he slightly took a step back, but noticed that the branches started to form the now familiar lumber woodwork, the keyhole just peeking through.

His eyes flicked at the new riddle scrawled on the floor "My runic number is half my counterpart." he reads. "Numbers. oh this is just perfect." he grumbled as he reached into the bag. Re-reading the riddle, he realized that at least he didnt have to do any kind of number-crunching. Problem is he has to do quite a bit of remembering, something that for Salander is just as bad if not worse. He recalled Fletcher mentioning something about changes, spanning a year versus a day. And something about his hair. Typical of the GlitterPuff to talk about his hair. he mused as the lad pulled out both runes, looks at them, then drops the other one back in. Still cautiously eyeing the branches for any signs of a sudden attack, he approached the keyhole and slipped in the JERA rune.