Mikkish sighed at the mention of Slaughterhouse 9.

"Oh god, you're one of those book nerds." 

What was he doing? Chatting up this teleporting guy when he had set out to hunt down and take out a cult? The guy seemed normal enough, but nothing else really did. 

Then it came to mind that he had gotten a key to a room somewhere in this mansion.

"Okay, whatever you want to say about magic, and how teleporting and enhancing strength isn't magic. I got bigger things to worry about." Mikkish pulled the key out of his pocket "By the way, nobody gave you a key to a room, did they?