Pulling further into town by the second, it became clear that help would be hard to find. Most homes had already outed their lights for the night, and not a soul had passed the wagon on its way in. This wasn't the first experience of its kind, but the stillness that hung in the air still prompted greater action.<br/><br/>Hastening his pace, the road soon gave way to a large opening, and the circular center gave hope of a commercial district. Both from relief and the need to navigate, the wagon came to a steady halt.<br/><br/>There were four roads leading to this point; the eastern, which he'd traveled, could safely be assumed a residential zone. This left three more to be explored, but upon catching hints of light down the northern end, Shift slowly adjusted his course. With the solution seemingly in sight, he regained his usual poise, and prepared to set off. Yet just before moving on, a silhouette caught his eye. The first moving one since he'd arrived.<br/><br/>Climbing down from his wagon, Shift made his way towards the figure. But as the distance began to close, and darkness lost its advantage, it became clear that something else was moving. The very water in the fountain.<br/><br/>Shift had been to many cities, seeing incredible constructs of mankind and breathtaking views of the world at large; he'd even sold artifacts and relics that astounded citizens of those advanced sites. But for some reason, this subtle moving of water stirred something within him, quite unlike anything before it.<br/><br/>Overcome with fascination and wonder, Shift broke the silence in spectacularly simple fashion. "How are you doing that?"