Fizban muttered another incantation in the hopes of drying himself off, but instead he just made his damp robe and shoes soapy as well. "Doggone it, I didn't say anything about spin cycles!" The soapy water made an impolite squishing sound as he stomped toward the entrance. What an undignified way to make an appearance. It just wouldn't do! He tried another spell only this time little flowers sprouted from the threads of his robe. "Next time I think I'll start with the fireball.. yes yes. A little hot but it'll dry anything."
"No no, can't say that I do know. Never met her personally. Don't stay here myself." No, he had other places to stay, like parks to sleep in, and he was busy exploring the world to learn about it. But he knew that this was where others were at. "Heard good things though. Nice woman, lets you stay for free or for work if you need it. Saw it on those internets." He paused and leaned heavily on his staff. He suddenly looked weary and even older than his appearance claimed. "This is where the cool kids stay. Not my style, see. I'm a renegade. A wanderer. A pioneer even! Can't be a hero hiding underneath your bed, you know. Heard that somewhere.. good advice too."