Skullius had found that Theurien was even more cheery than he had imagined. They got along very well because the man did not tactlessly impose himself regardless of context, like ordinary people of his status would. He eased Skullius into how he had run the Family before, and learned all the changes Skullius made, appreciating and complimenting him genuinely about them.
This had warmed Skullius' heart. For some reason, he had been meeting gems of people for the past two months.
His horrendous luck seemed to have strayed from its path of ruthless persistence. Seemingly.
Theurien was a sign of it.
While his character was affable though, other parts of him turned out to be completely different. Some would even say contrary.
When Theurien had asked Skullius to spar in order to gauge how strong he was, the latter had been flabbergasted how terribly powerful the fiery haired man was.