The rippling surface of the river appears to be molten silver,

shimmering mysteriously in the mist. Occasionally a loud splash can be

heard, quickly followed by strange shadows moving within the water.

The river flows very quickly downstream to the west, and is often

perilous to travel. The city of Silvermere lies just to the southwest,

shrouded in the mist like a stone colossus. To the north, a dark,

forbidding forest looms, and to the south is a plain of long grass.