[A very private residence, so very rarely intruded upon. The house itself is a strange structure; a mansion, nearly, that seems old and rustic on the outside in a way that doesn't match the interior -- which appears far more modern, more open-spaced, than anyone would guess.]

Well. Not only do we need a place to work, but also a place to live. Away from prying eyes, someplace quiet. The others like it.

[No, there is no warmth in this little dimension. But there is a sense of something surreal, not quite magic, but rather an aura that feels like a springwell of energy, always churning. Flowing in interwoven streams, if someone had an eye to see it that way.

Morgan considers Oren again for a moment, bag in hand, then turns and gestures for him to follow.]

Don't hover in the doorway like a shade.

[Into the common area they go. It's roomy and there's plenty of seating. There's even a bar at the far end.]