He turned off the tap, which screeched faintly, water drops still dripping from his long fingers. The element felt so precious in lands such as these; precious and scarce.

”Oh, that would be Virgil”, Arven replied with a chuckle when Pablo Medina mentioned his pet ferret. ”He’s around here somewhere — hunting snakes most likely. You’ll know him when you see him.”

With his work on the water tap done, Arven straightened up to his full, considerable height. ”I’m not surprised you heard about the little fellow. I once made the… contentious decision to bring him to my uncle’s dinner party.”