Kelyn found the river without any difficulty, and has filled the bucket as full as she could while still being able to carry it. As she pulls it from the water, she hears a couple of people talking a little way behind her. "You're sure?" "Yes, I'm sure. It couldn't have been anything else." "Does he know you saw?" That's Nectan's voice. The other... "I don't think so." "Didn't he try to hit you?" "Yes, but he didn't follow up on it once I left." Ah, that must be Peran, the medic. She frowns. "All right," Nectan says. "Good. Thank you." They move away, and sneaking a glance from the riverbank she spots the bucket Peran is holding. They must have been drawing water from a little way downstream. But what were they talking about? Lost in thought, she trips on the uneven grass and the heavy bucket wobbles, unbalancing her. "Steady on!" says a cheerful voice in Sennen.