Jhael walked onto the academies grounds, unbothered by the several suspicious looks of students and teachers alike. He was used to such treatment and had learned to shrug it off. Most people judged him by his race and it was something he had learned to ignore.

This was a place where Jhael felt at home at. He heard almost constant loud and strange sounds as young mages practiced their skills out on the lawns and in the large building the academy consisted of.

Lance looked over to the newcomer from his place against the wall, easily recognizing this particular drow from his journey to the drow city of Menzoberannon, and got up off the wall, walking over to him. "Jhael, wasn't it? Can't say I really expected to see you again since the House of DeVir."

His mouth showed only the faintest of smiles. "Indeed," he said. "I never got much of a chance to thank you for your help," he bowed his head slightly, a sign of thanks and respect. "if not for you and Athiyk and the others, I would have been dead by now."

Lance nodded, crossing his arms behind his head for no real reason, simply out of habit. "Don't worry about it, I need no thanks...I was simply doing a favor for a friend, specifically Athiyk. Personally, I'm happy enough knowing I could help."

He smiled, a little more openly this time. "She thinks very highly of you. As do I."

He fought down a shudder at the memory of being down in the foul torture chamber and the hours on end that SiNafay had toyed with his mind and scarred his body. He still bore scars, some of which were visible beneath his loose tunic. They had been healed some with magic, but it would be awhile before they truly healed and he would carry those scars for the rest of his life.

Lance nodded, looking down a bit in thought. "I...see..." he said...he wasn't really much used to praise of any sort, so this was somewhat odd to him. "Well, I'm just a warrior, simply that...not really anything special..."