Swamped

"Well, actually, there might be something. It's a longshot, but I'll ask anyways. Just the other day, we found a huge stone pillar in the desert... and the strange thing was, it looked like it had been soaked by water not long ago. We couldn't guess at what it meant, but then I turned up here."

"Where there's loads of water," Crosswinds says, catching on. "Don't know much about stone pillars, though. But then again, maybe there was something here ages ago. I got a few people I can ask about ruins, I'll see if I can work that into my schedule."

They don't sound very sure about that.

"You're that busy?"

"There's always a big pile of things going on. More today than usual, of course, but this is a big place. I try to sniff out the stuff that might fall through the cracks, the dirty little jobs humans have too much pride for."

"Is that what I am? A dirty little job?"

"Nah. You're a troublemaker. Except I get the sense that you're not aiming to make trouble, are you? You just want out of here."

"Can't argue with that."

"Well, you'll have to sit tight a bit longer. Razor's in a worse mood than usual for some reason, and he doesn't need you turning into another problem. Now, you and I know you won't be a problem if you just get the hell out of here, but good luck convincing him on that."

"So where am I staying this time?" you say. You don't expect to get another cozy stay in Keeper's kitchen.

"Just follow me."

Crosswinds doesn't say anything else, and just guides you through the crawlspace. A few minutes later, you emerge at last... but where is this?