Lance had been walking for quite some time now from Talas City. He'd heard a bit from there about some of the different gods, and that they had temples in the area, so he intended to take a look for himself...he'd been to some of the temples and shrines in Avalon, but these would likely be much different. As he walked along, he spotted the temple of swords in the distance, so changed direction slightly to go toward it, ending up there shortly. Perhaps he could find something of interest here...

Veronna sat at the top of her temple right at over the front door. She was sitting down sharpening her longSword when she saw Lance. She watched him with intreast. She had never seen this man before but she wasn't like Varila, Varila probley always keeps track of new people in Talas.

Veronna wasn't sure wanted to talk but maybe it would do her some good to talk someone new. She sighed and dieceded that she needed to talk to someone "Hello" she called down to him. She hoped it would get his atteion.

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Lance blinked in surprise, hearing someone he must not've spotted greet him, and looked up to see veronna. "Oh...hi...suppose I didn't see you there. Well, if I may ask, would you happen to be the goddess of this temple?"

Veronna smiled at him "Why do you need her?" she asked, she wanted to see if he could guess it was her, though not many would think the Goddess would be a Drow. She lowered herself down and looked him over "And who are you?" she asked him. She didn't really care for manners that much.

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Lance tilted his head slightly in curiosity, finding this person to be somewhat strange. "Well...can't say I necessarily need her, in that respect, but I came here for some possible training."

Veronna smiled. "You wish to fight with the Goddess?!" she asked sounded outstaneded. "And what is your name!" she demanded.

She sighed. "Forgive me. Please, come in and I will inform the Goddess you are here" she told him as she started for the door, then she stoped. "Unless you wish to fight out here?" she asked him.

Lance raised a brow in curiosity at this girl...it seemed as though his suspicion about her being the goddess was indeed correct, although he wasn't going to actively jump to conclusions. "Well, you seem rather excited at the prospect...but location matters very little to me. By the way, my name's Lance, pleasure to meet you," he finished, bowing politely.

Veronna bowed also. "I think the goddess likes to fight in the arena" she told him a slight smile on her face. She started to walk to the door of the temple and gestured for him to fallow her. She drew one of her scimitars and held it in front of her so Lance couldn't see it. She went in to the arena and waited for Lance. She was in a quite good mood to fight someone.

Lance nodded, and followed her into the arena, not seeing anyone else in the area, which essentially confirmed his suspicion of this girl being the goddess of the temple. He then walked up to about seven feet behind her, placing a hand on his blade. "Well, ready whenever you are, I suppose," he said, expecting a good challenge.

Veronna smiled and drew her two scimitars. "When I fight I have a rule: No magic, use any magic and you will regret it" she told him staring right ino his eyes. She then looked away "Anything else goes" she said as she started to walk around Lance. She then charged at him, one scimitar raised to strake as the other was ready to block.

Lance nodded in agreement as she said this...of course, it wouldn't be a problem for him, considering the only magic he had was a simple healing spell. He watched her carefully as she circled around him, watching her movements so that he'd be able to react to them fully, then quickly drew his blade as she sent an attack at him, slamming it full force into her own blade...considering his blade was made from his own dark energy, however, he wasn't worried about it breaking.

*Tyrion had wandered into the temple, purely out of curiousity, his eyes looking around and observing everything inside, his crossbow held firmly in his right hand, the other hand gripping his Shadow Dagger among the folds in his robes.
He looked around the first floor but found the place deserted, wondering where everyone was.*

"Vendui, zhah jaluss ghil? F'sarn lorith whol l' Killian Temple's Quar'valsharess."

*He ventured through an open doorway, hearing someone talking, and was surprised to find an elfen woman and a man fighting in the temple arena below him.*

Might as well hang around and watch this then...

*He carefully stepped down and sat on a stone bench, the crossbow leaning against the seat in such a position so that he could fire quickly if there was danger.
Brushing a couple of strands of white hair from his face, he watched with keen obersavtion, recording into his memory the fighting styles preferred by both people should he have to fight them.*