Jhael walked into the temple entrance hall, a little nervous. He hadn't seen his sister for a long while and wondered what kind of welcome he would receive. Unlike him, she had desired to become a powerful warrior in the Underdark but had failed a test and been exiled. He had never desired power like most of his kind.

The temple was pretty much empty and he looked around, hoping to see some sign of where he could find Veronna.

Veronna had been walking around Talas and got back to her temple but she saw someone else walk in before her. She wasn't sure who it was. She drew her scimitars just in case. She entered and was fallowing the man for a little bit, then stoped and saw it was a Drow like her. She wanted to know who it was. She knew it was a man by his built. She still couldn't tell who it was. She walked out in to the opened. "Vel'uss sulthan l' temple d' Killianen? Vel'uss daewle ulu kyorl?" she asked. She still had her scimitars out.

He turned to face her, instantly recognizing her voice. "Ussta dalninil, ol zhah uns'aa, Jhael," he bowed slightly, an automatic response when speaking to a female of high status. Any male who did not bow to a woman of power in the Underdark was instantly killed.

Veronna smiled when he turned. "Dosst rath, dosst Finally rath!" she said. She put her scimitars back and ran up and hugged him, a tear going down her cheek. It had been so long since she had seen him. She let go of him more tears going down her cheeks. "Usstan tlun ji loff'ta ulu kyorl dos 'sohna, ol uriu tlus ji verve" she said. "Al'doer ulu ussta temple" she said with a wave of her hand.

Jhael was surprised by the embrace. Shows of affection was rare and he was still getting accustomed to life on the surface. Still a little unsure, he emraced her back. He hadn't been sure if his return would have been received on good terms, and indeed it seemed it had.

"Ke ol uriu tlus natha verve draeval," he said after a moment.

Veronna could see that Jhael wasn't use to this but she didn't care, she had always loved him, though she could never really express it down in the Underdark, or she would have been called weak, and no one would accept a female Drow that showed a Male Drow respect.

"Xun naut eszak, dos orn inbau kl'ae ulu ol phor ghil" she told him.

"Lu'oh xunus l' Rescue alu?" she asked him. She was walking to the large doors that lead in to the Arena, she made a motion for him to fallow. She walked in to the arena; that is where she had better benches at. She sat down with a sigh.

He followed and also sat before answering. "Al z'lonzic," he tried to say off handedly, but he could barely hide the shudder that ran down his spine at the close call. SiNafay had not been merciful in her torture. "Wounds o'goth xuil draeval," he added. Indeed he still bore scars down his back and in many other places that were still healing, even with the help of Athiyk's healing magic. There would always be scars and it would be ahile before they completely healed.