[ Garviel looks at Caesar coldly, his craggy expression like a sheer mountain face. The sort of one that you either smash to pieces on, or die when you fall off. ] You weren't there the last time.

And it was -precisely- the same. The placement, the sensation of power. Oh, and before you think to ask it, it was blocking methods of examination both sorcerous AND technological. I have power output readings and a few things I'd require a techpriest to analyze but I am fairly sure they're all busy dying.

[ There is a momentary flash of pain when he mentions Virginia. They weren't close, but Garviel had always respected her abilities, and he tended to default to being fond of anyone he'd shared a battle with. ]

She understood why.