In the early 1900s, the Riverwoods area was home to a wealthy family known as the Lamberts, eccentric adventurers, collectors, and storytellers. They built their estate where the shops now stand, filling it with artifacts from around the world.
Before the estate was demolished to make way for the modern shopping center, the youngest Lambert, a clever and mischievous teen named Evelyn — decided to leave behind a secret. She hid the family’s most prized possession: The Lambert Heirloom, a one-of-a-kind artifact said to hold the final journal entry of the family’s greatest explorer and a small token of untold value.
To keep it hidden, Evelyn left behind a trail of riddles and puzzles, cleverly disguised among the beauty and charm of Riverwoods — a place she hoped would remain vibrant and full of life.
Now, more than a century later, a mysterious letter has surfaced. It’s addressed “To the one clever enough to find what others have forgotten.”
It’s up to you and your team to follow Evelyn’s clues, solve the puzzles she left behind, and uncover the long-lost Lambert heirloom before the trail goes cold forever.
Who was the clever girl that hid the heirloom?

“The fire is warm, but don’t be stale,

A sharper mind must now prevail.

Solve the puzzle laid below,

To find the place you need to go.”

Take the first letter of each answer to reveal your next destination:

(Hint: You can find these items in the Toy Store)

1. EEBFISR

2. IONOREAPT

3. NOU

4. FERN

5. RSTITE

6. RYAN MEM

7. CHINWOMIR

8. SDRNSE

I move and dance, yet have no feet,

I sparkle bright in summer heat.

I slip through cracks, I never stay,

But I can cool you on your way.

What am I?

“You’ve found the place where waters dance,

And proved your worth with just one glance.

Now follow warmth — it glows, it’s near,

A hearth where stories reappear.

Sit or stand, just look around —

The ember's clue is where you're bound.”

“The fire has faded, your task is now clear

Unscramble the letters, your next stop is near."

H O C A P B E V R O

“I'm made of steps but not a stair,

I hang in air but go nowhere.

look up at me with your eyes

Your next clue’s hidden where courage lies.

When you've found this lofty maze,

Snap a photo to prove your gaze.”

“You’ve conquered heights and ropes with flair,

But Evelyn’s trail leads elsewhere.

Leave the beach — the past is near,

Where whispers live for those who hear.

Find the place where messages stay,

Written on walls, not thrown away.

It’s not a ghost town, but ghostly still —

A lonely shop just up the hill.

🧠 Once you're there…

Take a photo of the ghost who lives inside —

No need to fear, it doesn’t hide."

‘In this shop of whispers and walls,

Search the back where the echo calls.

A carved-out phrase in plain daylight,

Holds the answer if you count it right.

Count how many words you see

On that back wall in front of thee.

Enter that number to break the lock

And claim the key to your next walk.’

The ghosts have spoken, their whispers fade,

The next clue lies where frogs have stayed.

They’re not alive, but crouch and leap,

With frozen legs and stares that keep.

Outside they wait, in a grassy row,

Find these creatures where the breezes blow.

You’ve found the leap where stone legs bend,

But Evelyn’s clue is not the end.

Look at the leader — crouched and still,

His gaze points forward, sharp and willful.

What does he see, down the path to the right?

A bearded man with lantern light.

The one he sees is known by name,

A Lambert uncle lost to fame.

Go now to where his lantern glows

That’s where the next secret goes.

Lantern found, but time won’t wait,

The heart of Riverwoods holds your fate.

Four faces watch both near and far,

Telling the hours where the others are.

Seek the tower that never sleeps,

Where time stands tall and silence keeps.

The clock has ticked and told you where,

Now comes a clue for those who dare.

On which day did Evelyn hide her prize?

The answer is hidden before your eyes.

A frozen treat shares the name you seek,

So step inside and take a peek.

Among the scoops and cones on display,

You’ll find the day — in a tasty way.

You’ve learned the day when she hid her prize,

Now follow the sound where the water lies.

Three small figures, bronze and round,

With fish and fountains all around.

Among their hands and treasures they keep,

The heirloom waits where the water is deep.

Look for a hint of something rare,

A touch of gold that doesn’t belong there.