Estraeah descends the hill and approaches the pond, cautiously crouching next to it. It seems to be about two feet deep at its lowest point. There is a complete lack of plantlife on either the surface or in its depths, as if it were just filled in.
Hesitantly, she reaches out and touches the surface of the water. It is cold. She brings some to her face and inhales, trying to detect any potential chemicals, but it is odorless. It seems to just be regular water, but she won't be drinking any just in case. How odd.