Oh, that earns him a soft snort of laughter. "You'd be surprised."

He nods towards the vast reaches behind him where the Iron City looms in the distance, a jagged sprawl of smooth black stone and twisted steel. "There are always mortals here, looking for power or secrets or some other thing that isn't worth as much as they think it is."

There's a lot of disdain in his voice, but not contempt.

"But they do this the proper way: do a ritual, open a portal, close the door behind them. I don't know what the fuck you did."