Askeladd crosses his arms, appraising both the bag and Luther, then cocks his head to the side with a wry smile. "I'm sure I can come up with a reason." Heavy use these days, and all that. And surely his superiors want a safe way for metas to let off steam.

You have to let the dog's leash out a bit now and then.

"The regular bags aren't usually a problem." The for you goes unstated.