Nybras swirled his drink as he pondered the riddle in his head 'hmm...perhaps...no, not quite. knife to cut...maybe it means a type of food, such as a head of lettuce?...but who would weep for lettuce, no it couldn't be, perhaps a plant...dead flowers...mmh no it-stop Nybras, you're overthinking it' He took a sip 'he said it was simple, wait could it be...' his thought process came full circle as he said aloud "...an Onion?"