Ever suspicious, trusting no one that was the way of the Forsaken in Nemesii's eyes. So, the Priestling had decided against pursuing his failed notion of smiting the General. {In her view}

"Try to do your best...How very disappointing, perhaps you need a moment to...reflect."

The General was not about to entertain the Priestling with a personal tete a tete of her encounter with eternal night, for all Nemesii knew, he wished to know the secret and nothing more. Truth be told there was no secret, except for one simple rule. Embrace yourself , count on yourself.

Nemesii now straightened and consequently as right hand still clutched the newly awoken's neck, his form rose also, toes dragging on the ground. Features turned 90 degrees to face his own as nostrils inhaled once more. You just could not create a better balance than decayed flesh hungering for blood mixed with the smoky smothering of burning aged oil that hung in the crypt. Nemesii's tongue was truly gleaming with moisture at this point.

"So...The brave fool has returned. You will tell me your name..."

Nemesii's body still pumped the last consumed living vessel's purities within her, the effects would last up to four hours or so, soon it would be time to feed again. Tongue danced along twin canines, the only two which had been filed down and was thus pierced.

"Time for the former fleshling to know of his true awakening, painful though it may be...for him. All the better for me." Nemesii thought to herself.

Two droplets of crimson fell upon (Bane) his mouth as Nemesii shuddered with the delightful memory of her first hunger. This brave fool would not waste away down here with the sleeping Priestling. Her ranks could do with a wake up call. Sometimes, too much fear stunted instinct. A balance was needed, with any luck, this one could be rudely awoken to his destiny.