"I would have guessed you'd go back to Cordon." Ruli pointed out, his hands still in his pockets. "We've been salvaging what furniture we can, building or buying what is left and necessary. We've naturally had to make Envy's bed." He added, turning to gesture toward one of the three dark corridors that lead out. "The elves are managing nets to catch fish, a few of us wandering into the trees to see what can be found, occasionally to the neighbour city to browse and learn. I'll need to ask Zeke for the name, too." He pondered. "But yes. Alot of hands, thankfully. It will be more lively in the morning. All that really needs done for us is preparing for Envy. He's dragging his feet a little."

"We're entirely south of our continent, about three thousand miles south of Ziad." He offered as a tidbit of information. "Alot is new. The language is weird."

He shook his head and strolled to the southern corridor, following the stone steps that climbed downward with a warning about their slipperiness. It spiraled a few times before opening into a small room packed with small boxes and half made tables. "This will be where he keeps his supplies. Tobacco. Potions. Wardstones." Ruli informed them. "His plan is to create an illusion that, when seen from afar, will make it appear as if the place is still empty. It will go ignored. Anyone who comes near enough will break through, see reality, but we'll know and be ready."
He frowned. "That's the plan. I don't like it, myself. I wouldn't mind being inviting to travelers. Like Cordon." His eyes roamed Narda. "Perhaps you could offer input as to how to protect ourselves. What it would take for you to leave a city be?" He wondered, shifting from foot to foot on the cold stone.