Bramblepoint Strength comes from the good things

His frown deepend as he was once again proven wrong, he had been so confident in his answer last round. He had already lost the game, the first round had forfeited any victory he might have had. As he last question settled his imidiate thought was air once more. Said answer had failed him twice before, but he was so tempted to use it once more. Third time the charm, right?

Lifting his gaze back to the woman in the tree, he raised his brow once more. "Air?" Sia answered her question, with another question that served as an answer. Perhaps he wasn't as dumb as he tought. Although he could feel his frustration growing as the time stretched on.