So far everything was going wonderful aside from how time-consuming and meticulous this whole task was. But, all things considered, Diot was more than fine with it, the damage from his previous spell, after all, could have backfired much, much worse. He was just happy that the room was still standing and still structurally sound after such an onslaught of roots and vines came pouring out. He had just about finished half the room, the walls were well weaved and the floor was coming along nicely. The finished part were he happily walked over were comfortably weaved too- if just a tad bit beneath the soil floor for rudimentary comfort of course.
The roof was the last thing and he was taking his time on this. Intricately weaving them up and over, deep within the soil only to gently weave them into the neighboring walls all along the sides of the room too. This offered extra strength and a beautiful woven pattern to look upon too!