Veronna was sitting on a bench in the arena. She was holding one of her scimitars in her hand while the other one rested against the wall. She was slightly bent over, her hair droping towards her face, but caught it and put it back behinde her ears.

She was thinking to herself, she had been for a few months now, she had locked herself up in the temple for that long. Nothing seemed right anymore, she wasn't sure why she felt this way, maybe she was lonely, but she didn't know.

A tear fell out of her eye and hit the floor. She was a warrior yet here she was, crying. A couple more tears fell, until she droped her scimitar on the floor, she put both of her hands up to her eyes, though it didn't stop the tears, the found their way through her fingers.

So there she was, all alone in her temple.

Ocardonydd entered the temple. His sword was attached to his back. He was walking around the temple when he heard a sword fall, he started to walk to where he heard the sound. When he was closer he could hear soomeone crying.

He turned once more and saw a white haired woman sitting on a bench. So that's who was crying he thought to himself. He walked up and picked up the scimitar that the woman had droped. "Here" he said holding up her scimitar.
He wasn't sure if this was someone to trust but he just knew she was sad.

Veronna was startled to hear someone so close to her and she had no idea how he got there. She looked up sharply while her hand snatched the scimitar that was laying against the wall. She brought it up quickly and was pointing it at a the chest of the man who had snuck up on her.

"Vel'uss ph' dos?" she asked venomously. She didn't like people sneaking up on her like that.

Ocardonydd just smiled and stood there. "I did not mean to sneak up on you" he said. "Are you the goddess of this temple?" he asked her, though he could guess she was.

He had never seen a Drow before, even when he travelled, though he knew they weren't common to see in the daylight, or even at night time.

Veronna still glared at him when she lowered her weapon. She let out a sigh and took the scimitar from him. "Yes I am the Goddess of this temple" She said in english instead of Drow. "What do you need and what is your name?" She demanded. She was not in a very good mood and she didn't want to bother with poeple who wanted to fight against the goddess. She was tiered and wanted to be left alone.

Ocardonydd looked straight into Veronna's red eyes, not flinching.
"My name is Ocardonydd, and I wanted to see the Goddess of Blades." He told her calmly. "I am sorry if you didn't want to see anyone." He said with a slight bow of the head. He turned to go and started to walk out of the arena.