“Of course,” Lionel replied, to both Siri and the Korporal. But his eyes were elsewhere, wide and full of wonder as he took in the sight of the casket.
The blue mage approached it with an expression of awe, drawn toward the artefect and its magic as if it were reeling him in. It was beautiful (and holy, and Lionel had to stop himself from dropping to his knees to pray), but its beauty didn’t do its power justice. With each cautious step he took toward it, he could feel power magic radiating off it in waves. He took hold of the poles on the right side of casket and schooled his expression into something that was a little more professional — the slack-jawed amazement wouldn’t do him any favors with the Silver Blades. The three men lifted it after the Korporal counted off to three, and Lionel was surprised by its sturdiness, how heavy it was.