[ WP ] Of all of the decisions you 've made , the hardest was the decision to convert your wizard lair into a bedroom for your daughter .

I needed space. Not much, granted, but every square inch of my multidimensional secret lair was accounted for. I certainly could n't move the bestiary - the hybrid sphinx needed just so much space to reproduce and create the wailing army, and besides I'd just gotten the beholders to stop wrecking up the joint. The astrology lab was sacrosanct - every angle and hairsbreadth of silver or copper thread was placed precisely to preclude extra dimensional catastrophe. The catacombs were to remain strictly undisturbed until the release of the third seal of Tristania the eater of words, and The towers of GRUMM required access and free observation of the unholy star at the base of the world tree. 
 
 That left nothing for it. I suppose young Lucinda would have to take over my personal lair. I could child proof the place I suppose. Do a sweep for stray wand components and pixie dust. I'll just have to bunk with the wolf weres in the south wing. They kind of smell, but once you establish pecking order they wo n't futz with you. 
 
 What's that you say? Put her up on the dimensional plane of earth? Are you mad? That place is dangerous!
