The Infernal Serpent

Instinctual modesty has Galahad hesitating at the word 'amazing'; He's not sure he'd describe anything about himself as amazing, or anything another person couldn't achieve with time and patience. Still, he considers the question carefully, wanting to give this new friend a worthy answer to her question.

"God sends me dreams and visions of my path. Only rarely are they clear, but they're filled with such images that would bring any person rapture: clouds being parted by pillars of light, stars sparkling on the surface of a lake I know not the name of, but know will be important to the faithful in my world." His hold on the apple in his hands tightens a little as a quietly simmering excitement rises with his words. "One day the meaning of these dreams will be clear to me, but for now I feel lucky to have been one of those chosen to receive them."