Somehow, though it was all built with slaughter in mind, the fortress felt a good place. Throughout, fresh water flowed along custom-made paths, willing in its assistance of Anakim business. It was open and light, with no construction more than two-storeys high save the towers, Central Keep and the eye-capped pyramid. It was fresh and clean; un-soured by waste, sewage and plague. And everywhere were those little gardens of fruit-bearing trees and bushes, adding life to this stone colony. Something about it spoke of clarity of thought and purpose.
