For one, I had indeed reached the aforementioned fountain. Very dull, that structure. An uninspiring ring a couple of meters in diameter made of poorly-carved stones. To add insult to injury, the pathetic basin had been filled with a murky pool of stagnant water where lily pads and lichen made their home. I mean, there wasn’t even a statue or anything to give the whole shebang a bit more oomph. You know, if Mayor De La Tour hired my services, I would’ve happily reshaped that ugly thing into something more respectable. It was rather telling that the Ursas didn’t even bother with it, probably thinking that it was already a broken pile of junk, ha.