The biggest problem with the data, even the data Akiros had collected, was inconsistency - most people didn't keep detailed records, or bother to report things they found unusual, until they became problems, which meant that even with the good data that had been gathered, it took getting it all in one place, and actively looking for a problem, to identify that problem.<br/><br/>Most people boiled their water, anyway - it was a common safety measure, and most homes had large pots that were kept boiling, to keep the water drinkable, if they weren't relying on well water, and even then, some did anyway. His instructions were unorthodox, and it would definitely take time to implement. Still, everyone immediately set about trying to solve the issue, and would likely report in as soon as they heard anything.<br/><br/>While it was a difficult spell for Anke to manage, she did complete it without incident - the summoning room filled with the sound of a hunting horn, and the braying of hounds, before Farliaren manifested before them. A tall, striking figure, nearly seven feet tall, with flowing, brown hair that seemed to be whipped in a wind none of them felt, wearing hunting-green leather armor, a long spear slung to her back, the Azata was ambiguously gendered, and it was clear that the story of being blinded was true; much of her face was ruined, particularly her eyes and one of her ears. And then she opened her mouth, speaking with a heavy accent. "O, bin-a lang tahm sin' I were call'd! Fergive mah impertinence, b'I needa see 'is," she said, barely hesitating before casting a powerful spell, sweeping a liquid across her face where her eyes once were, causing ethereal, blue orbs to appear, focusing, momentarily, on the room.<br/><br/>"Intrestin'. Wha' drives ye t'call o' Farliaren o' tha Distan' Glade?" she asked.