Cail sits at his desk in his Cabin looking around at the bland walls of wood, when suddenly he has an inspiration. "This place really is dreary. Maybe I can put this new spell to good use?" He stands and goes outside, then faces the front of the building.
"Ok, right here we'll need this *CONJURE* and this over there will be lovely. *CONJURE* How about two of these over here *CONJURE* and finally a nice big one of these *CONJURE*" Cail steps back to admire his handywork as the flashes of light disperse into the bright sunlight. Banners, small stools, and a hammock now adorne his abodes' front porch. "Ahh, now that is homey," he says with a slight smile. Cail walks over to the hammock and gently sets himself down on its ropy bindings. "Comfy," he says with some satisfaction in his voice. He then commences to lay backwards and starts to sleep.