"They call it the Gross Tar." It's prettier than the name suggests, and Ilde can be found there on a regular basis - flashing bartenders like Cindy wouldn't get her much when your average citizen can wander down to the riverside to see the same, really. "Go north far enough and the falls flow out to sea." Something in her flat affect softens, a little, when she's talking about the river. Her ancestor called himself des Wassers when he borrowed human language, and they still are. "It's worth seeing."