The elf had made it thus far not saying anything, but when it came to the riddles... well, she didn't get all that much practice, but her normal job gave her plenty of time to mull these over once she heard them--and it wasn't as if she hadn't lived long enough to hear a hell of a lot of the things, without being so old she was used to riddles in a foreign tongue.

Once the wyvern--scary thing that it was, started giving answers, she listened. Unlike the orc, he seemed to be... somewhat on the right track, at least at first. Further on, though... "Map ith right... but... key, not lock."

The gardener shook her head. A lock was close, but it was getting things backwards: it wasn't the lock that you turned, and the lock rather did have a face. Plus, of course, the 'live and die' thing--skeleton key. Plus not all locks turned in the first place, and some didn't have tumblers, so that was hardly it...

Having said that much, the dark elf clammed up, and stopped saying anything further, regardless of whether she knew the answer or not.