Fallael could rejoice. He had been correct. Griar had an incredible amount of unearthed, unpolished potential at his disposal. He had been able to overcome an incredible foe without much problem by using only a raw, incomplete moment of understanding as the fuel–Til'Tilim might not have been a Lieutenant, but he had been a powerful adversary nonetheless, a vampire of Nosferatu's brood who was also a werewolf… Being able to defeat that was no small feat, especially for Griar.
Now, following the events of that night, the serpent had watched Griar closely–Very closely. The human had been progressing. He had taken the time to properly digest what had happened and what it meant for him and for the realm as a whole. The foreign memories, which had pretty much been fused with his own, had been properly sifted through.
