[ It's not out of the question for a river to be naturally corrosive in that way - not from the perspective of someone like Riz, whose world is always just as magical as it needs to be to remain interestingly perilous - but Silco's clear bitterness, the way he dryly remarks on how others see them, it's clear to Riz that this is indicative of greater problems than your run-of-the-mill cursed river.

He tips his head in one direction, blinking up at Silco's scarred face as they walk, well away from the hubbub as people excitedly compare eggs. ]

So the river is toxic, probably... probably because of those people you mentioned who make assumptions about the place you live, right? [ He can put the pieces together. Rich people suck, as they inevitably do, and they fuck things up for the people most affected by them. Riz has seen all manner of things, but he thinks he'd be most surprised to hear about a world that doesn't function that way. ] I'm sorry, that sucks.