Valgius shook his head. "Modern day society? This not not "modern day" by my standards." Valgius told her. He got up, pacing. "For me, modern is swords and bows, horse-drawn wagons and well water." Valgius said. He turned around again. "Wait a minute..." he said, recalling something from the deepest parts of his memory. "Do you... have nuclear weapons?" he asked, his voice sounding urgent and grave.