Draiss haggled amiably with the owner, before writing out the end price of the house on the credit voucher, and heading off to get the gold for it. Upon returning, he handed the heavy pouch to the owner, half in gems, half in gold as they had agreed, to ensure he wasn't carrying a bag of gold as big as his torso. He waved the owner out after the paperwork was transferred over to him, having taken the time to skim through it, and he then locked the house up. He went over to the mage guild, and changed his residence on the paperwork, and pawned off a couple more of the items he had built, before heading back to the house, and taking his shirt off, getting ready to do most of the work by hand, with his magic only making the basic walls and stairs, but for a better touch he would finish it himself. It was going to take the better part of a week to most of the basic hand work done, and even longer to get it looking good, but he had time, since he was spending his nights now back at the realm, ensuring no one thought he had died, as they had become almost obsessive about regularly checking on him.<br/><br/>Four days later, the new parts of the now mansion were done and while he would admit it WAS a bit crude on the interior, the exterior was no slouch, having carefully sculpted it with magic, using a low powered disintegrate to ensure everything met up seamlessly. He hummed in pleasure, and got to work muscling the furniture up into the new room bedrooms upstairs, the upper floor now divided into two parts, about one third of the upper floor now divided into two simple bedrooms, large enough for a single person or a child, and the remaining two thirds making up the required lab, with a couple spells on the door to ensure no one other than him got in. The lab was actually divided into three parts, a small closet making a portal that led to the realm, though it was in his private lab part, as this WAS his vacation home, and where he would go to get away from being a god and his companions for a short while. Of the rest, most of it was the lab, with all the traditional bells, knobs, tassels, and whistles, looking like the laboratory from some bards tale, and a small room would function as the 'treasury' and personal vault. He finished muscling the repurposed room's furniture up into the two new rooms, though he would have get more pieces to finish furnishing, when the doorbell he had installed near the entrance abruptly rang. He grinned, imagining the shock of the visitors of how he had repurposed an alarm spell to ring when a portion of the wall by the door had been pressed, a permanent and semi-solid illusion being how the visitor's knew the alarm was there.<br/><br/>He grabbed his shirt, and headed back downstairs, not bothering to clean up, and opened the door, wondering who it was. "Yes, can I help you?"