Another round of projects, another round of metal working, another round of carting water from the fountain to the forge. He doesn't know if he's just lucky enough to keep coming across people as they roll out of the water or if the tubes are on some kind of schedule unknown to everyone (yet, pattern recognition is a thing) but, another new face soaked to the bone, looking bewildered. "Something we should probably keep a stack of over here as the weather keeps turning."

He finishes his trek to the fountain, all sun warmed skin and stripped down to his shirt, the chill not bothering him- if anything it's a relief after being hunched over an anvil for most of the morning. "I'll make a note of it, see if we cant get a few spares set up in a chest or something out here."

Because people are going to keep coming up out of the water- and what'll they do if it freezes over? What'll they do if there's no one around to help them to the inn through snow and they're soaking wet?