"Well, Bulger likely wanted to get his hands on some Warlocks. The increase in business and power would be well worth it." Gabriel answered, casually naming the Irish mob's boss, something that was a well kept secret from most. "Minds are a tricky thing and it depends on the damage dealt to the mind. Some damage can be repaired by a skilled practitioner, someone with a hell of a lot more finesse than I possess." The Warden rubbed his head ruefully.<br/><br/>"I possess a nice reservoir of power, more than most wizards. But my control over it, despite my age, is somewhat lacking. I'm more of a brute, truth be told." He laughed and stretched out, giving up on the cloak at this point. There was little way he could hide his tattered clothes and bothering with it would only be more conspicuous.<br/><br/>"If I catch the Warlock in the act," Gabriel continued, "I could sever the connection between him and his victim and save the mind that way but repairing it is beyond me." He idly patted his gladius handle, as if that fully explained the situation.