"On entry," Solomon answers absently, lifting his chin to smell the air. The scent of water's getting closer, and the steps he's counted means the canal's nearby. "Then there was the time Malicant wreaked havoc with everyone's powers. That was the most explosive time. The Dreaming makes it easy to manipulate people's souls and power, however, so you may as well be prepared for eventualities."

He stops, exactly on the edge of the canal and exactly on the number of steps he'd originally taken to reach the construction site. The edge of the canal is wet, as though someone had pulled themselves out of it not all that long ago.

Hm. Now how to find his ring. Magic is probably the best bet, but if it's not necessarily to make himself colder than he already is ... Solomon glances sideways. "Are those hands and eyes of yours still on offer?"