I could not deal with this puzzle and so I turned my attention to exploring the hall. This strange lack of a name disturbed me deeply. Try as I might I could think of no name, other than the name the voice had given me. My name is." The thought trailed off into mental silence. I waited for a few moments and then started to wander through the hall in the hope of finding someone to greet me and make me properly welcome.Īs I wandered I thought to myself, "I will be called the Scorpion! Why? The Scorpion is not my name. There was no obvious source for the voice that had called for me to enter the hall. The hall was silent except for the soft sounds of my footsteps echoed down the empty corridors. Once I was inside I stopped and waited to see if anyone would come to greet me. I was lost and in need of shelter so warily I entered the hall. Enter my hall and be welcome." I was confused by the sound of the voice, confused by the name the voice had called me. "You are new come to these Lands of Dreaming. The silence and the stillness of twilight were broken by the sound of a voice that rang out from the hall. I stood, shivering but still undecided, in the doorway. The time was early evening and an icy wind was blowing, the hall offered warmth and the promise of shelter. I stood at the entrance to a dim, dark hall, the great doors to the hall stood open, presenting me with a silent invitation.