[Violet wasn't dumb enough to leave his hand under the hot water long enough to actually burn himself, but he's thankful for the gesture anyway, just drying his hand on his tunic.

Okay. Just take a moment to sift through everything they've found.]

Lights everywhere, that are either some sort of controlled fire, enchantment, or a new fairy, but are controlled by a simple switch. The building is made of some sort of material that's nowhere near the stone I've seen -- floor, walls, and I would assume ceiling too. There's no draft or wind. There's a controlled waterfall in here that's not only incredibly tiny, but is somehow heated as well -- even moreso than the heat this entire place is holding somehow. There's a room for meals and enough rooms and beds that it suggests this is intended to live in. There are traps in what seems to be rooms for people to sleep in. And the fabric around is in some strange spot between commoner and noble.

[He tries to think. He tries the hardest he can to put this together, to understand, to get something about this place. But after what feels like far too long of quietness stretching into frustrated silence, he brings his hand against his face, rubbing it hard and giving a noise that sounds half-strangled.]

I have no idea.