"The river?" the old man asked with a slight wince, "I don't expect any river around here to be clean with all the fighting going on. I don't care what kind of magic here is in the water, community water is community water." With his free hand, the storeowner waved and summoned several small levitating drones from the ceiling. They took the sack of clothes from Dale's hands and brought them over to a postmodern-looking washer, sorting and loading them one by one. He extended the same hand to the taller man. "Mason Cartier, owner of this here instalment. And you are?"