Not a problem! Giggling to myself as my motivation is entirely based on booze at this point, scampering off back outside and rolling out my flying carpet, jumping on top of it. Shooting straight up into the air and getting a birds eye view of the entire scenery. Looking over the are and picking off any places that could be hiding a cave in and a lost temple. Floating on over to such locations, 31 geography, and proceeding to activate my detect mechanism to see how deep the snow is.<br/><br/>Hovering about 200 feet above the first location, as I spot some suspicious looking caves that are totally not suspicious. Hovering a few ten feet away from the entrance and taking a good look down into it. Along with shouting into it and echoing a bad pun off of the walls.<strong>"How long will I have to wait for a table?" asked Tom without reservation.</strong>Hearing it echo deeper into the cave and waiting a while to see if anything screams out in agony.<br/><br/>