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"So. Welcome," Karhast says, gesturing at the three structures in front of him - two larger buildings, and one fairly small pyramid.

Garden fio Vahait.
The rain pours down, daylight edging the dark clouds with streaks of silver. A fountain stands at the very center of this garden, forming a break in the paths which meet here. Stairs lead upward, ascending a large, pyramidal structure that lies directly northward, at the center of the Illuminai compound. Arrayed throughout this portion of the grounds are low shrubs, spiraling outward from the fountain, which is in its turn carved into the shape of a winged, chimeric creature, rearing high as if to challenge the heavens themselves. Water pours out from its opened mouth and into the recess which lies beneath it, glimmering beneath the ever-present light of the city. A solid but slender pedestal stands nearby, about three feet high. School having been suspended indefinitely, a Mhun boy
plays here. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. Wings tucked against its back, a brindled ina'a grazes here. Luminous armour radiant with light, a guardian angel hovers in the air here. Karhast Akhaloer is here. He is riding on a fiery-maned qilin. He wields an iron mace in his left hand and a buckler in his right.
You see exits leading northeast, south, northwest, and up.

You have emoted: Elene's pale gaze glances about the area, taking note of the pyramidal structures that rise before her. "An interesting layout, Herald."

You say, "Why is the Illuminai compound shaped into pyramids?"

"Because if you stack up rocks that way, they tend not to fall down very easily." @Karhast's voice isthe epitome of deadpan.