Athiyk walked through the Temples entrance. It was a quiet place, most of the goddess's worshipers prayed to her at the Talas Arena rather than directly at her temple, so few were present.

She looked around, hoping to see the goddess herself, because Athiyk knew Veronna was a Drow and she wanted to speak to her.

"Zhah l' Quar'valsharess ghil?" She asked a nearby patron, who looked at her strangely.

"I know not," was the man's reply.

Athiyk sighed as she walked deeper into the temple. If there was one who could help her, it would be Veronna, or at least she hoped so.

This was her last stop before she left with or without the Goddess's help.

Veronna was up in her private chambers and then decided to go down stairs. When she did she asked one of the patrons if anyone has stoped by and he said that somone was there looking for her, he said that she went in the temple some more and that she hadn't came out yet. So Veronna fallowed where the patron pointed.

She walked down a hall and saw Athiyk "Vendui" she said to her with a smile
"Vel'bol xun dos ssinssrin ulu joros uns'aa?" she asked knowing that she could understand.

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She bowed slightly, but did not kneel. A Drow's pride. She would not show more than a small bow to anyone except her Matron, which in Athiyk's eyes was Laoura.

"Usstan er'griff joros dosst dumoas whol natha mission wund har'oloth Usstan tlun ja'hai'n," She said. "Usstan orn'la naut joros whol mzild..." Her finishing statement obviously meant something. Athiyk almost enjoyed being able to converse in rapid Drow instead of holding herself back and carefully speaking Common which she was stiff with, finding that language to be rather slow and boring.

She looked at her "Natha dumoas? whol vel'bol?" she asked wondering "Vel'bol ph' dos xunin wun har'oloth nindel zhah ji kleel?" she liked being around another Drow. Her own kin was rare to see above ground instead of in the Underdark.

She drew one of her scimitars and sat down on a bench that was near and brought a little sharpening stone out and started to drag it along the blade, she had not sharpened her scimitars in awile.

Athiyk almost hesitated.

"Vel'drav Usstan zet, Usstan zet foluss kleel rathrea. Uk zhahus natha bwael abbil lu' uk orn'la inbal z'haan xuil uns'aa, jhal ol zhahus naut possible a nindel draeval..."

Rather than sitting Athiyk stayed standing. She did not plan to stay long.

Veronna smiled to herself "Ji dosst aluin harl gaer ulu inbau ukta. Vel'bol zhah ukt kaas?" she asked wondering who was so important to her. "Usstan zet foluss harl gaer ichl..." she trailed off.

A small tear went down her face, but it was hard to seem, she messed her brother but she had gotten use to being without him. She put away the scimitar that she was sharpening and drew the other one and started to drag the stone across it.

"Ukt kaas zhah Jhael..." she said. "Whol jal Usstan zhaun though, uk xal tlu elghinyrr jal'yur."

Athiyk was grave as she said this and she remembered that she had to hurry or he would be killed, if he wasn't dead already.

Veronna looked up at her "Ukt kaas zhah Jhael? Jhael Darkblade?" she asked. They why Athiyk talked about him it sounded like her brother. She stood and put her scimitar away and threw the stone on the ground.

She walked over to rack of swords and grabbed a two handed one. This sword she got from the Underdark, from her brother who gave it to her before her test.

"Siyo. Nindel zhahus ukt kaas p'los uk joined l' Qu'ellar, DeVir, l' uss Usstan tlun descended dal," She wondered why this seemed to mean so much to the goddess. There was an obvious change in her attitude towards Athiyk and she seemed to remembering an old, fond memory.

"Xun dos zhaun vel'bol ussta vaen kaas zhah? Usstan xun naut kl'ae ol l' mzilt jhal ol zhah Darkblade" she said. She looked the sword over that she held.

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Athiyk's eyes widened in surprise that was not hidden. "T'yin xun dos zhaun ka uk zhah dro xor naut? Zhahus uk elggen?" Her questions left her mouth before she thought to ask or not. She was desperate to know.