[ Vita moves aside to give Alistair space without missing a beat, seamlessly swapping from Antivan to Common- the others fall suit without batting an eye. ]

And what for water, we dig ourselves a well? Build a cistern? Divert flow from the river?

[ Settimo nods along, drawing out a vague sketch of the valley and the nearest stream. ]

It could be done. Or we could haul snow and ice into a reservoir and melt it with the same fires for the heating- but this is not large enough to make it worthwhile.

[ Teresa snorts, flicking her fingers at Alistair. ]

Then we make it big. Space for us, space for Wardens.

[ Zevran waves them to silence, eyes flicking from the sketches to Alistair. ]

That might be the answer. Do you have a plan other than 'live in tents for the forseeable future'?