The claws flexed, then the creature flicked it's wrist and a parchment scroll appeared floating between them. One clawed finger began to carve symbols into the air, gold lettering that began to disappear into the parchment and burn itself into a blackened ink. "This is your test, Mitchell Roslyn. This is something you are responsible for bringing to me on the final day of the trial. If you are unable to discover what I desire, or are unable to offer it to me, then you will fail."
When the creature's echoing voice finished it's strange speech of numbers, the parchment floated over to Mitch and fell to his feet, wrapping itself in a ribbon as a scroll. Within that scroll would remain the encrypted puzzle Sphinx had given him. "Good luck on your journey, Mitchell Roslyn."