You might say all of us were possible threats. Who'd have known dragging in strangers across worlds might not go as planned?

[ His own experience of that had turned out well, but that was likely ka more than anything of his own doing. He chews on his cigarette a moment, burned to the stub, and extinguishes it on the parapet. ]

This big magic obelisk must be in some real kind of trouble. Have you laid eyes on it yet?