There were numerous patches of uncovered brick and stone in the vicinity, but Anton would really rather someone didn't have to compromise the integrity of the Hotel in order to defend it. "There are too many wards in the walls to risk their compromise," he said. "Water it will have to be, then. Just a moment."

The plumbing sigils were among the spells that had taken him the longest to develop. He still used pipes and plumbing to translate water into a useable resource, but the water itself was captured from the air the way Elementals summoned it, and then stored in tanks. That meant the sigils were spread across the whole of the Hotel.

Anton found the written spellwork he had been adapting for a fountain in the turtles' hostel and turned to a patch of wall behind the counter but to the side of his shelves. With a touch he illuminated the sigils, which glowed as scrolling, unbroken spellwork across the wall from his shelves to his office door. The position was somewhat protected, so the man would be able to use the resource without being in the open.

With an oil-based marker Anton changed some of the plumbing sigils. As soon as he was done moisture began to collect on the all, on the places where the sigils were, and when he turned the sigils off the stones glistened with trails of water making tracks toward the floor.

"I hope that will suffice for you," he said. "Allow me to fetch a towel." No need to leave a wet patch on the floor, after all.