Concordia (Shabby): Is that a glass of water from the river?
Anataeus (Shabby): How’d you guess?
Concordia (Shabby): That lovely gray color was the giveaway. You weren’t going to drink it, were you?
Anataeus (Shabby): We’re going to need water if we’re to remain here for the time being...
Concordia (Shabby): I know you’ve never been in this part of the city before, but, really. Look at that.
Anataeus (Shabby): Right. Well, then, I’ll fix it.

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Anataeus (Shabby): There. Care for a sip?
Concordia (Shabby): Why doesn’t the great alchemist sample his own work?
Anataeus (Shabby): Because I’m sure it’s right.
Concordia (Shabby): What a coincidence! I’m sure it’s right, too.
Anataeus (Shabby): You’re no fun at all. Well, here I go...
Concordia (Shabby): Well?
Anataeus (Shabby): It’s fine! Water. Slightly... sour.
Concordia (Shabby): Sour.
Anataeus (Shabby): Somewhat bitter, too.
Anataeus (Shabby): It will have to do for now. I’m going to get back to work.