Yet again, the children came back to the camp exhausted, although this time not nearly so bruised. All were animatedly chatting with each other over the day's trials of temwork, which they had overcome with relative ease. As they approached the camp, the ones at the head of the group spotted a familiar dark-furred shaman tending to his gear by the campfire. It wasn't long before all had broken into a sprint, and not long after that all were seated about the fire. The older shaman looked up.

I see that Cairne was right about this group. If the lack of bruises mean anything, you know how to work together far better than you work apart. And if I'm any judge at all of desire, than you all want to hear the next chapter of my tale.

A chorus of assent

Ah, I thought so. Now, where was I? Yes, it was a month after the flames first came at my command that I found my true center.

"What was it, sir?" asked that one young girl. Entero smiled slightly

That day, the sun was beating down upon the plains below. I was somewhat north of Bloodhoof Village, running as quickly as I could for Thunder Bluff.

There were many puzzled faces in the group

You are all too young to remember it, but there had been a crippling sickness at Bloodhoof, and few were able to keep their feet to aid the others. Of all there, I knew what I had to do. Calling upon the spirits of the Wolf, I was racing for assistance. The way is long, though, and I was growing tired. Before long, I had to stop and rest, even though I knew that moments could mean the difference between saving the village and coming back to the ghosts of the fallen. I stopped at a stream, too small even to merit a bridge, and drank of its waters. As I opened my eyes again, I saw two trees. One, by the river, was flourishing and green. The other, further away from the water, was whithering gray and brown. I felt it, as moments before I had been exhausted, after I drank I was not nearly so. And thus the image has stayed with me, to take on the essence of Water is to restore life and energy, physical and mental. But there is more.

What else could it be?

Mere hours later, coming back with needed assistance, I found that Water truly acts to preserve life, cleansing those under its influence of poison and disease. I called my power in the middle of the village, and a pillar of water rose to mark the spot. None still living when I got there died. Now, it is late, and you are all less than halfway through your stay out here. Go and rest, there is more left to tell of my story tomorrow evening... if you are still in fair shape to listen!