Chapter 10
by 
Lord_Blackhand
What now?
Finish breakfast, thinking back to Varzzi-Vizzith...Carl's sanctum
As you continue to eat , you scan around your room. God, what a dump! You remember the weird interdimensional space where you met Carl. He said it was his personal little pocket dimension. Chances are you can make your own.
"Oh, yes!" Pharah pipes up, obviously happy to be of assistance...even though you didn't actually ask. That was probably his sanctum. Any sorcerer with an iota of self-respect crafts one for themselves." Was that some kind of jab? Anyway, the thought of not needing to pay rent anymore is pretty tempting.