One evening when Ardbert returns from the day's exploration of the city, he'll come back to the house to find that his room is now quite distinctly his. Where the door was once plain, it now has a stained glass to match the rest - Voeburt, in its prime, cupped by mountains and a predawn sky. Below, the buildings of Nabaath Araeng are similarly cupped, but this time by the glistening crystalline waves of the stopped Flood, only barely creeping in from the corners of the window.

The culprit, obvious as he is, does not seem to have made himself readily apparent, though there is a faint light shining through the Garlemald-and-Amaurot window of his door.