I smell silver
"Good idea." The young archer unslings his quarterstaff, and slings his bow in its place with the lightstone on the upper nock above and behind his head.
"Let's go, slowly." He starts by probing into the edge of the puddle and raising the wet end of the staff to examine the liquid, by eye and scent. Water?
[Private to GM: 07:42, Today: Mario Crowfoot rolled 5 using 3d6. Per (11) checking that the water is water.]