"The water is there. You just have to feel it. Don't mean because there is desert that there is no water. It's there." The dwarf leaned on his warhammer and pointed at the ground. "The earth and rock holds it. I know this for that is the way it has always been. More precious than any metal or gem."

He had dark, leathery sun-bronzed skin and wore chainmail beneath a dusty brown and grey tunic; his leather sandals were cracked and worn and at his side was a crossbow and wooden shield. You knew him to be a Finder, a type of diviner, not of magic, but of water - the life blood of the desert lands. "My people were given this gift. Forced underground by the Great Fire. There are lakes below the desert you know. Vast underground caverns. I know this. It is not to be questioned." He slouched back into the chair satisfied with his sermon.