Allissa

We came down out of the mountain the next afternoon, and there was a town.

Warmwell sat in a green fold between two ridges, and it steamed. That was the first thing I saw. Steam, rising off a dozen places at once, because the whole town was built over hot springs and had long since made its peace with smelling faintly of eggs. After the ravine and the giant and a night on cold rock, it looked like the finest city in the world.

Ivan saw the bathhouse before he saw anything ...