"In a root cellar, below the house." If one could call it a house in the first place. There's a pause, as Strange looks over at Solas. Obviously he'd need to change the spell up a bit so Solas actually could examine Arabella's corpse but if he removed the spell entirely, Solas would cut and run.

After another moment's pause, Strange knelt down on one knee, placing a finger on the binding circle itself. He mutters something under his breath, barely audible, before smudging the binding circle, then using the finger that smudged the binding circle to wipe some of the chalk of the circle on his wrist a second later.

"There. The nexus of the binding circle have been transferred to my body. I wouldn't recommend going too far away from me as, god or not, the results are probably...a bit messy." Is this dangerous magic? Probably! Does Strange care that it's seemingly dangerous? Not in the slightest! Obviously a distance of six or so feet is safe enough as before Solas can say anything, Strange moves towards the back of the hut and pushes some books off of a trapdoor in the floor.

"Down here," he says, as he yanks open the trapdoor.