Thread:James of the iron hills/@comment-26184570-20160220003437/@comment-26184570-20160223135243

He wakes up in the morning to the sound of rushing water, bustling urban life and the smell of exotic delights and roasted meats. He looks to the side of his room, where there is a rapid, white-water stream rushing from room to room. It is small, and in a construction bringing it to right under the window. This must have been part of the rain-distribution system you noticed at the entrance (the entrance's carvings you noticed also had running water, which dispersed into a large stream by the path).