He looked about and sighed as he realized that most of the useful features of the land were gone, and they were definitely getting closer to the desert. He noted a fair sized depression, a former den of something rather huge, perhaps an Ankheg once, that was clean, deep enough to hide the campsite, provided that he didn't just warp everyone into a smaller version of his mansion since the local pantheon already knew he was hear after the fight.<br/><br/>Tyra landed on the edge of the sandpit, probably recognizing that the area was a prime den, and Draiss slid down the side, dislodging a few loose stones, but the sides were not as loose as they should have been if an Ankheg still lived here. He wandered about the hole for a moment, before shaking his head, and climbing back out. "Nope, not what I thought. So, looks like we get a smaller, more threadbare version of my mansion today. The actual spell, instead of my personal domain."<br/><br/>A small door popped up, and it quickly grew to be large enough for everyone to enter as long as Tyra didn't try to do so in her dragon form. Inside it was similar, but simpler than his domain. A small table for four, and four room, one door on each wall, which led to a simple room with a bed, and a bath. He put his robe on a cloths rack, and then leaned his Sivridut against the rack, before sitting down at the table, and grabbing an orange.