[As any such place should be, before it's completely finished.]

Honestly? I'm not sure what it is. I woke up in a demon-infested castle and found my pockets had become a pocket dimension. And I don't carry it openly, but... it's right there with the rest of my armory.

[He reaches into a pocket and extracts a rather large hammer, gives it a little toss, and then puts it back. From the look of the head, it had to weigh at least fifty pounds.]

I try not to ask too many questions. I might get answers.