Some of them might even be able to help. They could sacrifice to The Stream and attempt to placate it -- usually by squawking at it very loudly for a couple of hours until the waters subside; or they could raise bridge of pebbles from the Streambed. (This is especially tiring and requires much gin. Or Clearwine. Or Greydog ale.) The ablest ones will enter a trance (read: have a snooze) before pointing out an old bridge you'd missed previously.
> Some of the buggers lead you halfway across a particularly treacherous stretch
> before waddling off, making the Unequal Exchange rune with their fingers and
> warbling: "Haw haw! Pluck you, ass-wipe!"
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