Drek's smile seemed to widen, threatening to break his face. He shuddered in anticipation, visions if the buxom enchantress and her assets bouncing atop him flashing in his mind. He eagerly took a swig of the glowing mixture. "A business woman. I like that." He slid into one of the plush cushioned bench seats and plucked an ear bud from behind where he sat. One last longing gaze of desire at her freshly abused body that still looked so ripe for the fucking, before he plunged the bud into his ear. A beam of light ran across his eyes and consumed his vision. As he punched commands into a keyboard unseen to Lucille, a map of yellow sand appeared no more than three feet above the witch. Drek even went so far as to open it at an angle appropriate for one laying down. "The Sea of Death; known across the world for its mines, ruins and abundance of sand. Though I have a suspicion you're not here for the typical tourist traps."