"Fascinating. A connection to the Far Realms, you say? I suppose that wouldn't be impossible, as the Far Realms are merely an extension of the Astral Plane, where the Bags store themselves. Hmm, perhaps it might be possible... Ah, please, forgive me, I'm a student of the planes," he says, extending his hand to Draiss. He's mostly human, himself, with just a slight feline hint about him. "Of course, if you'd follow me, I can show you where we have it sealed."<br/><br/>About twenty minutes later, in a vault beneath the mage's tower, is a small, nondescript room, with four mages standing guard; two maintaining a shield as much designed to keep things in as out, and two standing guard. The two not concentrating on the spell bow as Draiss approaches. "Sir, we've been expecting you. You wish to examine it, I assume?"