She heard “treasure” and instantly understood. Ah, so they were playing their game with Wukong, weren’t they? Well, who was she to get in their way? She WAS involved in their game ever since she was a Ralts, and they were nice enough to give her some of their riches. The Gardevoir tenderly put a hand over her Gardevoirite Amulet, which was her prize back in the day, as she spoke.
“Well, I can tell you for certain that I was once tasked to find their treasure, as were all of the residents here, and it is in fact real. But they are really crafty, as you may know. Most of their riddles are based around their stories, so if you paid attention, it’d be a lot easier for you. Think of it as a scavenger hunt, after all of their adventures, and the adventures of those they tell of.”
“Hmm… now that I think about it, this piece of paper was in with the supplies for the Prayer Circle. It seemed to be in Drampa’s handwriting, so it may be a clue for you.”
“Within the Library there is a book that leads to rest of it all.
So here’s a hint; it’s as high as Clifford was tall.
The color of the book was referenced as well.
It would be Clifford’s color, if ye couldn’t tell.
If you’d have the mind to listen to our tales,
You’d know the exact height, of which we’ve often regaled.”
The Library? That place was huge; almost four stories in height, with millions of books! Daeva smiled and giggled into her palm.
“Good hunting, Wukong! I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
“Like HELL I’d find what I need to! You actually think I listened to those geezers!? You’re NUTS!”
This couldn’t be happening! This couldn’t be real! He was so close to tasting the bounty of riches, but of course, those geezers were crafty. Wukong learned on his journey that it was always the seniors that were. Every single one had a fixation on testing youngsters for their sick kicks. It was enough to make Wukong want to yell, but that’d get him nowhere. Nobody was here except Daeva, and she did not earn his ire– yet.
And so he hung his head low, crossed his arms, and growled.
“I need your HELP.” It pained him to wound his pride in such a way, but it had to be done. With his head now tilting upwards to make eye contact, the monkey spat.
“You’re like, in charge of a church, right!? Then aren’t you kind of SUPPOSED to help people in their time of need? Then hurry up, ‘cuz this IS my time of need!”