Concordia (Shabby): Is that a glass of water from the river? Anataeus (Shabby): How’d you guess? Concordia (Shabby): That lovely gray color was the giveaway. You weren’t going to drink it, were you? Anataeus (Shabby): We’re going to need water if we’re to remain here for the time being... Concordia (Shabby): I know you’ve never been in this part of the city before, but, really. Look at that. Anataeus (Shabby): Right. Well, then, I’ll fix it. ----------- Anataeus (Shabby): There. Care for a sip? Concordia (Shabby): Why doesn’t the great alchemist sample his own work? Anataeus (Shabby): Because I’m sure it’s right. Concordia (Shabby): What a coincidence! I’m sure it’s right, too. Anataeus (Shabby): You’re no fun at all. Well, here I go... Concordia (Shabby): Well? Anataeus (Shabby): It’s fine! Water. Slightly... sour. Concordia (Shabby): Sour. Anataeus (Shabby): Somewhat bitter, too. Anataeus (Shabby): It will have to do for now. I’m going to get back to work.