"I haven't seen anything that looks like a fairy either. And this forest is pissing me off," Gladio growls. He is not amused by the riddle but commits it to memory anyway - like Ravus says, it could be useful once this stupid rock is gone.

"Let's turn this to dust!" Keeping his blade in its sheath, not wanting to damage it, Gladio swings mightily at the rock with a powerful downward stroke. At least this is something he can take his frustration out on.