"Yeah, I dunno," he says with a shrug. If something was toying with Cao Pi, it's probably because he's the one who actually touched the water, he figures. Myths about sirens luring men to their deaths swim in his head - though the sirens were never in rivers, and sought to ruin entire ships, he'd thought. But here, there's no sea. Who knows what sirens of lakes and rivers seek to do.

"But the river itself doesn't really get any smaller up west of that fork. If your Grandmaster can get across down by the mouth, he can get across there. Might be too hard to get all of us over until the bridge gets fixed, though. Anyway, it's not wasted effort since we only went a day in. There's plenty more river going west."