Lake Bismuth "Ill fate and abundant wine."

The many lakes glittered in the dusk like the floor of a fountain filled with coins.

Lynx only drank after the highwayman did, with watchful eyes on his swart features. Their stomaches sagged with water.

Where he went, Lynx followed. He entertained the thought of pissing into one of the pools, something that made him smile vague and soft into his shoulder.

Back in the vaunted halls of Myros, handservants would bring him drinking water from the mountains - sweet and cold as if gathered from mythic Pirene, the watering-hole of Pegasus.

But he could not piss into the fountains of Pirene.