Esone watched the proceedings with interest through Rare Earth's visor, his hidden eyes flickering with green sparks. The lieutenant's verbal skills were still below par, but that just meant he wouldn't be able to add much to the conversation. Instead, threat assessments filled his consciousness, every dim irrelevancy of the attendees essence flows unveiled.<br/><br/>Shepard of course was magnitudes above the others in the room in terms of sheer Essence refinement. As a Dragonblooded she had less of a 'Cosmic mover and shaker' feel, but would still out match most in a fight. Wood Essence poured off of her, and through Essence Sight it was possible to see the ephemeral vines and saplings reach out to stroke wounds and aches.<br/><br/>Only Javik outshone the Commander, the Prothean oozing power in equal proportion to arrogance. The scope of his strength was to Shepard's as a Capital-class Reaper was to a Destroyer. Esone huddled just a little deeper into Rare Earth, and double checked the shields.<br/><br/>Del Pilar was next on the sliding scale of Essence, Zenith aspected and full of sunlight. No surprises there. Bau too held a place of Celestial eminence, starlight and endless threads looping off into eternity.<br/><br/>Wrex and the Turian general had no Essence to wield, but the skien of fate and the weft of the Loom around them marked heroic destinies in their future. These two had potential, maybe even for Exaltation. Wrex also possessed that faint tinge of gravitational energy that biotics generated, a pale imitation of Isidorian power that the Protheans had crafted from studying the Black Boar.<br/><br/>The Dalatras was mortal. Abysmally so. Nothing of interest, moving on.<br/><br/>042 generated it's own manifestations of power, and Esone tentatively placed the Geth as being near Del Polar in terms of raw power. The built in weaponry would skew equations, of course, but Malfean power couldn't assess that.<br/><br/>The STG group -the visible ones, at least- were as banal as their leader. The Scourge stifled a yawn as he passed over them.<br/><br/>The Krogan assistant though... Esone paused, studying the Krogan carefully. The turtle-headed alien smelt of Brass and hot sand, of the City, of starships, yet there was no smell of<span style="font-style: italic">it</span>. Everyone had a personal scent, but this one only bore the traces of where it had been. Reading Essence revealed little; conflicting readings of Dawn and Slayer and Mortal. Esone smacked the side of his head a few times, to no avail. The readings still came back garbled, and the ringing his gauntlet produced resulted in an awkward pause for the conference.<br/><br/>"Er... sorry. Visor was acting up. Sur'kesh, you say? I hear it's lovely this time of year."