"And they can't know about planar portals," Liliana said. "No one from my Multiverse can know. I'm almost certain that knowledge is precisely why Nicol Bolas sent me here. He doesn't need me to run this tiny outpost shop in the middle of nowhere. Even if I sold every bit of merchandise as I got it in, he wouldn't even notice."

He was something like thirty-thousand years old. That was a lot of time for a dragon to accumulate a horde.

"But access to the only working planar portal in the Multiverse? The value for that would be incalculable, and so is the damage he could cause."

And this, kids, is what we call 'dramatic irony.' Thanks Rashmi.