You look like you could use the help. [Or a babysitter.] Besides, it's not like we have anything better to do. We have to make our own entertainment.

[He leads the way out of the building, and smells the air carefully as he steps outside. No Deathclaws around right now, though that could probably change in an instant. He half-turns to look back at Lir.]

Welcome to Hadriel. It's a giant cave underground somewhere where the gods torment us to make themselves stronger.