It wasn't the magic that got Liam's eyes to go wide as saucers, nor was it what he'd said - frankly, he'd tuned Miniver out - it was the wand itself. He nearly fell over when he clamored closer to have a look at the runes. He'd never seen an Honest-To-God relic like Miniver was wielding. His jaw dropped, then he closed his mouth, then opened it again.
He looked rather like a fish.
"That's a fuckin' wand made of a branch of the fuckin' World Tree." He finally spat out.