The king didn't explain what he meant, and Casey didn't ask, but she connected his words to rumors she'd heard since moving into the outpost. People passing through often stopped to eat and rest. It didn't take more than a few bites of Benny's cooking for them to start spilling what they knew of Eden.
The city of freedom with no Enclave overloads because of one man. Hammering out an existence and providing a safe place for people didn't mean he didn't possess tyrant tendencies, however. The stories told by the travelers also spoke of his power.
Magic. Because the king, like many others, could do incredible things. Things that could not be taught unless they possessed that particular gift.
She already knew he could call light and fire, the two one and the same really. She'd felt his pushing presence on her mental shields, probing for a way in.
What would he do if he got inside her head? Probably back away slowly when he realized what she was capable of.