"Hm? Oh, yes! The girls and my boy will be nice and cozy. Don't worry." He lightly folded the mantle over in one spot, to offer a little buffer of warmth to the wasps and the beetle if they needed it. He did it all in an absent-minded sort of way, as though this handling was second nature to him.

There was a twinge in the back of his neck. He could feel the fruiting bodies eager to erupt from there. He absently scratched it and set his hand back down on the table.

"First thing's first: where are we? I know this place is called The Gates of Hell, but where might that be?" He knew it was another world: nothing of this place felt like Ravnica. Not only was the 'city' too small to be anything other than a suburb by Ravnica standards, but the very air felt wrong. The earth underfoot didn't feel healthy.