They relax a while.

"I gotta say," Myria said, "Nice to have a few creature comforts."

The rogue hopped into one of the armchairs and sunk back into the cushions.

"Ahhh," she sighed. "This is really nice."

"Thank you," Tarquin said. "I conjured a few things to add a nice homey touch. I'll put the kettle on!"

With that, the man left the room, heading to an adjacent cavern.

"So... what do we make of this fellow?" Dew asked when he was gone.

"I don't trust him, but I won't pass up an opportunity to recuperate," Cecilia said.

"I like him," Myria said. "He makes comfy chairs from magic."

"If he is a wizard," Dew said, "I may be able to learn something from him."

A soft whistle came from the next room. A few minutes later, Tarquin returned with a tray full of steaming mugs.