A patch of moss breaks away under the weight of her foot, sending her in to the water supply.
Her cries for help fade in to the distance as the current washes Lumiere away.
You notice a magazine the ill-fated Elementalist dropped.

Take a peek, leave some comments. Don't drink the water for a couple hours. Is it really early or really late? I'm not even sure.
Greetings and good night,
Saint Lumiere