Sitting on the edge of the fountain, you watch the ripples surrounding your hand undulate as you dip your bottle deeply into the still water. It is cool and calming and refreshing. The air in the bottle bubbles up to the surface as it is replaced and as soon as the bubbles stop, lifting your hand up carefully, you see the bottle is now full to the brim. Something moves catching your eye and dissapears from view, behind the fountain. Suprised you put the bottle down quickly and stand up. Peering round the side of the fountain curiously, you are shocked to see a tall slender figure sitting serenely in the shade. You start to wonder if he was there when you arrived and if he has been sitting there all along without you realising. It doesnt look like he was the one to have caused the movement either, as he is still, his dark cloaked head hanging almost uncomfortably as is he was asleep. After years of traveling these lands it is not uncommen to see new people, new faces every day, but there was something different about this man. His clothing shadowy and dark seemed to fade away into the ground by his feet and the way he sat there, not moving, almost lifeless was quite unnerving, however there was something calming about him also. He did not move, and you did not feel like disturbing him. Quietly moving yourself back around to pick up the bottle and with time not on your hands, you felt this was a good time to leave.