The group continued on its way a short time later, retrieving hoods and cloaks from the depths of their bags as the deluge from the icy ceiling showed no signs of slowing down.

“I’m not sure what’s caused it,” Mirra told them. “It’s been there as long as I can remember, always melting, but never shrinking. Probably some litany that went astray. You wouldn’t believe the kind of things that can happen when a transmutation gets out of control.”

“I can imagine,” ...