"Craydon, then." She answers, not bothering to explain why she's asking and then deciding and-

Gyre blinks.

And he's sitting on a rock in the Craydon hot springs. The owner, who was in the middle of setting out some hot towels, glances at him and then groans and shakes her head. 'Magic nonsense' she mutters before making her way back to the front desk through the building. Since she didn't ask Gyre to leave uh... guess he can... relax...?