"To the west, the deep desert. Understood.' He glances up at the repaired roof, and nods. "And... thank you, again."<br/><br/>He'll note, if he takes any time at all to examine the wards, that they're in the process of being torn down and rebuilt, very, very carefully, providing only a small hole, that is replaced as quickly as its created; clearly, he knows that the wards were compromised, and is working to repair them, wholesale. The repairs stop, for a moment, at the knock, and, a second later, a skeleton, under the guise of a human illusion, appears a few feet away from him. "Yes?" the construct asks, almost pleasantly.