Hunk gasps, and quite loudly at that, at the mention of a bag of holding. Forget the Armory's isolation, there's bigger topic-fish to fry, and this Paladin is grinning ear to ear.

"Wait wait wait, your world had successful teleportation of organic matter and pocket dimensional spaces?" Some of the goofiness in his demeanor has faded away by this point, and one of Hunk's hands reaches back into his backpack, rooting around awkwardly.

"Do... you know how it worked? Or are they ancient secrets, lost to time?"