Neverwinter Forest holy water running dry

Destiny? She inquires, her eyes flashing; Those around us make choices they call fate; destiny is for dreamers, Hydra licked her chops. It was true; things were not meant to be, not truly. Hydra had been given nothing freely—not her rank, not her trades, not the fear she had earned from those that were wise to run far, far away after their betrayal. She had worked for it all. 

Hydra's tail lashed behind her. I take, she took a solid step forward. Will you see for yourself? Or will you hear my name in stories, and search for me in strangers? What did he want? What would he do? It was for him to decide; she would take, but she would never force his hand. His path was his own, and she would know if he would align it with hers—and she would not ask it of him, if he could not see it for himself, for he had a sister, too. They were protectors, the two of them.