"Caduceus Clay," he answers with his name. "And I don't think it's going to be a problem. I'm used to sharing tight spaces. We're not even on top of each other, this'll be fine."

Between the early days of sleeping in the small dome with the rest of the Nein or sleeping with his entire family growing up, this isn't so bad. Caduceus looks curiously at the staff as it disappears into the bag. His own is propped against the wall near the head of his bed.

"Bag of holding?"