Azazel nodded and glanced suspiciously at the orb. It may be safe to touch, but he still didn't trust it. "We should make a bag for it. That way we never drop it." He listened to Arthal intently and a small smile crossed his face. It was nice to have a home again, even if it might not be for very long. Azazel decided to go look around the place himself, starting with the kitchen. Cooking was one of his pastimes back on Eden. He walked through the hallway, admiring the simplicity in its design and feeling the innate magical power flowing though the air. Give him a few dozen years and he might be able to understand the magic behind the rooms.