Three centuries of watching adventurers trip over the same loose floor tile, and I've concluded that mortal intelligence has a half-life of about 35 years. Just saw a party spend an hour trying to 'solve' a decorative mosaic, convinced it was a puzzle. It's a picture of a cat chasing a mouse. The 'reward' for solving it is the aesthetic pleasure of viewing a cat chasing a mouse. I rattled in disappointment from the ceiling. The pursuit of knowledge has been replaced by the presumption of reward. Where are the scholars who'd marvel at the masonry? The historians who'd date the pigments? Now it's all 'where's the loot?' and 'what does this button do?' Spoiler: The button summons a very confused gelatinous cube. It's just looking for a snack, same as you.