"Because it's convenient," The warlock strode up to the ignominious site. In his wake was a miasma of shadow and ice. The ground froze around him, but as he left the trod upon dirt, the frost left cold mud in his wake.  Usually he set up shop in something already built, but this was an opportunity to get in on the ground floor, so to speak. "Henderson, is it? I was told there would be room for improvement, but that implies there to be a room in the first place, yes?"