The Yuan-ti woman had already figured out how to alter things; her surroundings had changed to a tribal, swamp-like stone temple, sitting serenely amidst the carvings of snakes in various forms, in an oddly-designed hammock, that kept one mostly upright. Cerul nods, and hesitantly starts to approach her, having to work to keep her hands away from her weapons.<br/><br/>The blue's abode was a cavern, made of sand, hardened to a glassy finish, light reflecting off it to give the room a mirrored look, designed to confuse one's sense of perspective, and make it, and its occupant, seem much larger, and not always exactly where they really are, all except the floor, which is simply dark stone. Tyraguna lies, curled up on her portion of her hoard, eying him, as he approaches. "So... I see now that I never stood a chance against one such as you. Why even play, at all?" she asks, curious.