It was the start of another long day. Struggling out of the Void, trying to get back to his StrongHold. Trying to figure spells out. He still remembered being a mortal. Fond memories. So simple. So easy. He hadn't had to make such an effort to get back to a body. He had been evicted from his corpeal shell at least once a day, however. Now he was only killed at most once a day. A vast improvement, it was not, but at least it was a start. Now he just needed something to keep those pesky mortals from smacking him while he slept.