The streets of the miniature city continue on a downward slope until water puddles at your feet. A circle of light in the distance stretches across the glassy surface, broken into shimmering shapes by the rippling of the water brought on by your movements and from droplets falling from high above the cavern.

"The water's shore it appears. Now, how many can go in the water using the potion? Not all of us, some will have to wait for the water to drain as well."

"What potion is that, if you don't mind me asking? If some of us have to wait, I can be part of that group. I don't like this place, though. A tiny voice in the back of my head keeps saying we're lead to a trap..."