The Lighthouse is round, warmed by a hearth that burns steady with no fuel and no smoke — just an easy crackle and a column of pale gold light. The Common Room's ceiling runs higher than the space seems to call for. The furniture doesn't match, gathered from too many places over too long a time. Images shift faintly along the walls, a treeline, something like a city, never holding still long enough to be sure. It smells of old paper and rain on several different kinds of stone, and the gravity is very slightly off — hold still and you can feel it.
Outside, the Garden got real attention on the first visit — Kodan-Gara spent extended time there and ground harvested ingredients into a salsa nobody had seen the like of. The Galley is a proper working kitchen, plainer than the rest of the building's accumulated feel; it's where Wick explained, in the same flat tone he uses for everything, that the walls between worlds need maintenance, that the Near Ground has been drawing inward as a result, and that the border-crews responsible have shifted their own outpost west to compensate. "The walls are maintained," he said. "They require maintenance. This is not new information — it has simply become more work."
On the second floor, The Map Room holds an orrery the size of a dining table — a ring of glass spheres, one per world, several cracked or broken outright. Vaelira found the sphere that's hers and stayed with it a moment; Serendel found his shortly after and noticed a hairline crack across its surface, cause unknown. Asked why so many spheres were damaged, Wick said only that each carries its own reason.
Between the second and third floor landings there's a door that doesn't match the rest of the stairwell — older stone, no keyhole. Nobody's stopped to look at it closely yet.
On the third floor, Vaelira found a small landing powder room — a joke book on the shelf, and a mirror whose reflection lags a half-second behind, for reasons Wick logs but can't explain.
The fourth floor holds a prepared room for each of them. Serendel's reads Victorian, Sherlock Holmes–coded. Kodan-Gara's is cold and spare, more mountain hollow than guest room. Vaelira's is an uneasy mix of her cover identity's taste and her homeland's colors — it unsettled her. Mossy's hasn't come up yet.