Die Menschen in der Stadt des verschwendeten Wassers sind seltsam in ihren Umgangsformen. Sie beschweren sich, wenn man Wasser nimmt – auch, wenn es nötig ist. Ein Mann musste sterben. Sein Kind war im Weg. Nichts hält Sandwind auf…

The water of life is trickling… Slowly…

To find the man who has to die was not hard. Yet he turned out to be rather gifted in magic. He must be, otherwise he would not have managed to entrance the woman and Ithil.

For some reason HarryDick already perceives the people I worked with recently as one group. I doubt they understand the significance. I gave each of them water, though they have no idea what it means. They never understand just how important water is to them.

There is more to be seen in the City of Wasted Waters. Harrydick introduced me to a group of runners.