"As we all know, temples that once belonged to long dead civilizations are trapped. So are the tombs in which members of the ruling class of any given civilization are interred after they expire. These places are where we conduct most of our business."
"Usually, there are puzzles associated with quite a few of these traps."
Percilia-prime attempts to toss a printed paper copy of (Shakespeare's) Sonnet 107 to each member.
Here is the text on said paper!
SpoilerSonnet 107Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured,
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
Incertainties now crown themselves assured,
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
Now with the drops of this most balmy time,
My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,
Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme,
While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes:
And thou in this shalt find thy monument,
When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
"These tests, which you shall now complete, will evaluate your ability to think in different ways."
"First test. What do those numbers at the bottom of the page mean?"
Percilia reclines into her chair and crosses her legs. It looks like she is getting comfortable because she expects for this test to take some times.
Prove her wrong!