"Only the people who come on their own power. A friend of mine flew here in a.. ah.." He couldn't remember the name. It was a.. a.. "Air.. um.. car. It flies people." Poor out-of-time wizard. He really didn't know what he was talking about, sometimes. But it didn't matter.
"Or they drive in cars.. or on those motorbikes. If they come here because they want to, then they can leave as they please. But not the rest of us." They were stuck here.