"Well, here's the place to get even better at that not-dying thing," said Kon, as they reached the bottom floor, the slightly snowy recesses of the sub-basement of the Pole. It was cold enough here that the snow didn't melt but their mythy-ness made it tolerable.

He opened a massive door there to show Dick the training room, in all it's magic, muteable glory. It was much warmer in there, set at a nice temperature for working out that wasn't too hot and wasn't too cold.

"It's nice and flexible. The platforms can do a lot of things, the robots can do it a lot of things, you can set the floor to whatever level of padded you want - or don't want. The magic can also do things like simulate laser beams and stuff. You can mess with the settings over there." He pointed over to a panel with a lot of bottoms and magical holographic screens. "And - most importantly for people like me and Cass - whenever something gets wrecked it just magically rebuilds itself."