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. To the south, the city wall of Silvermere stands

proudly, and to the north, a dark forest looms. Off to the west, the

dim outline of a long bridge can be seen crossing the river.