Small, brown furried creatures ran out of the tree line and to the clear water river.
One of them looked up, it was one of the few places Hadrian had come across that his view of the sky wasn't obstructed.
The azure sky was nearly cloudless and Hadrian could only assume it was noon.
Dipping their heads into the river, the small furried creatures drank greedily.
They drank for themselves and the Hadrian and Alia vessels whose thirst, accompanied by the headache and buzz, had left them in a dire state.
The creatures were easy for him to find and trap.
With his spatial sense and rock manipulation, he trapped them in their underground tunnels, brought them to the surface so he could see and call their essence, and turned them into vessels.
Ever since he used the rock moulding to trap those Baruch brutes in that poor family's house, it was a technique he was getting used to.
Remove a vessel's mobility, and he had all the time in the world to turn it into a vessel.
