He sets the water to boil.
“Water. So simple. So complex.”
He smiles at the two of them.
“Clear. Yet within it, so much. Mr. Caleb?”
“Ja?”
“How do you say water in Zemnian?”
Caleb frowns at the question. “Wasser.”
“See? Even different, it’s mostly the same.”
Fjord and Beau look at the pot, then at each other.
She leans over. “It’s just water. Not like it’s mead or wine. He always get this deep?”
“Worse part is I’m starting to follow his thinking. He’s making sense to me.”