There's no sign of the horseman, or of Karl or Leudigar. Thankfully, Fried sees that the passage they just entered from is still right behind him... patient and dark.
Zem realises they have no torches; so Fried approaches the pool... the quiet babble of water is strangely calming, and stranger yet 'tis that light should rise from it.
As Fried reaches the rim he sees the swirling water calm and gradually clear, until he sees that the pool wall seems only two or three feet deep. Strangely, despite the illumination of the water itself, he can't exactly make out the bottom. Not only that, as he watches, a number of strange objects "emerge" from below, suspended in some gradually turning current. Here, an impressively proportioned feather-quill drifts by, then a gold and silver smith's hammer... now a miniature chime bell. All these things seem perfectly formed and of a beautiful craftsmanship. Fried reckons he could almost reach one of them from the rim; certainly if he waded into the water he could grab a couple...
the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern
; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch