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.

Reverend Patei is the name of the man HarryDick told us to get the water of. And we will. We decided to talk about this contract at the home of Ithil – which is the name the elf chose for himself. He knows little of the meaning of this name. Nor what it will accomplish for him. I, however, will do as I would to Ithil herelf. One day he will understand.

We decided to gather information. In the process of decision making the girl dressed in violet made one of the greatest insults I have ever suffered. However, she was smart enough to not return the water I gave all of them beforehand. Instead she made an offering of water herself. Which is good. She said that I should not try and apply that which I know to the people in the City of Wasted Waters. However, I think that most of what I know still applies. People give each other gifts. And it has meaning. They ensure loyalty. They have different names for all that. But the process is the same. All in all I fail to comprehend why the traditions of my people would confuse them so much then.

What I understand even less is their value for their own name. And to make it worse they keep more than just one. They shed their name just as a snake would shed its skin. It is still the same person underneath, yet utterly changed.

As for myself… I am Sandwind. My name is that of many. I am what I need to be.

There will be no rest for a while. All water must bow to the moon. And just this once Sandwind must protect the unwary.