[ Bazz's sudden flash of anger isn't lost on him, but so be it. He should be grateful for the hospitality, and he has no right to be angry at the reprimand—he shouldn't have made such assumptions in the first place. Do you think so little of me?, he almost says, but Jugram curbs himself. It will only antagonize him further, and while he certainly has no intent to bend over backwards to appease Bazz, he doesn't want to stoke another fight if it can be avoided.

Ironically, the anger, the glare he sets on the massive trunk of the nearest beech—those are easier to deal with than the brief few moments of mistiness in his eyes. Familiar territory. ]

I don't know. I didn't venture very far when I first arrived. I doubt it's infinite.

[ Didn't venture far at all—just examined his tethers, took stock of the place, turned around and left. He'd attempted to bring the button currently resting under the palm of his hand with him as usual, but had been stopped in the doorway, as if by some psionic force. ]

Most people live in Stygia proper, not here. This place is unpredictable.