“If you bought a Macguffin off a shady guy and then fell in a hole or something and ended up in your new life as a radically altered being, please move here.” She waved a hoof, her horn aglow, and a section of the hall was bathed in yellow light. Sir Vader beside him made to move, then paused, as if debating something, bouncing his head back and forth as he thought through it, looking around before finally making a decision.