Filing this one under It Was A Book, because that's the extent of my feelings towards it. It had individual aspects that I liked, but none so much that it really grabbed me. The main plot was backed with a lot of history between secondary characters, a lot of history from warring and conquered countries, and a lot of folklore. It's all crammed between a murder mystery, which is crammed in a quest to find a magical spring. There's so much going on that I should have been engaged, but I simply wasn't.

It might have been because the main character was not a part of that tight friend group and actively disliked most of them. I struggled to tell two of the side characters apart, and every time we had to learn a tidbit about their shared history, I was just left wondering why we should care. Imagine sitting at a table with people you resent who all went to the same high school and they're all reminiscing about all the fun they had together. Personally, I'm checking out of that conversation. No thanks!