Standing up, she turned, folding her arms. She knew the shadows couldn't hide her from one who knew how to look. Sure enough, an armored figure ascended the stairs onto the roof. Catching sight of her, he hissed, "Darthiir..."

Myra replied simply, in his language. "Xas." As they regarded one another in silence, she tapped a finger on her arm, her mind turning gears. She was not in a very safe position.

"What do dos want here?"

Myra shrugged. "Looking around."

This answer obviously didn't please the drow warror, for he stepped toward her aggressively. "ANSWER!"

"I want nothing in particular. Except perhaps for you to lower your bow." Her eyes never left him, though she couldn't see his face, for the helm he wore. She could feel him looking at her rather intensely, nonetheless.

A sound, akin to a chuckle, resounded from deep in his throat. "Xas... I imagine dos would like that.."

Myra shrugged again, with a false, sweet smile. "Simply a matter of courtesy."

"Dos are not in the house of weak darthiir."

Myra nodded. "I am aware of that."

"Vel'bol zhah dos name?"

"Myra Sunveil." It wouldn't benefit her anything to lie. Afterall, he wore the colors of House Maerdyn.

"...Myra.... Sssunveil..."

"Mmhmm."

"The same Sunveil Saeba speaks to?"

Myra regarded him. She wasn't sure how much any member of House Maerdyn knew of her and Saeba's interactions. "That depends on if that will earn me an arrow through my gullet."

"It may.. or save you from one."

"I have spoken with her."

He nodded once, lowering his bow. Then he reached up and removed his helm, shaking out his long white hair. "Do dos come here often, lurking about like a thief, Ssunveil?"

"I haven't been fool enough to come inside until tonight. But I know the area around it well."

"There iss naut here of interest."

"Actually, I saw much of interest a few evenings past."

He grinned. An almost disturbing development, though he seemed quite a bit more at ease with her. "Oh?"

"Indeed. Quite a gathering. I felt left out." A small smirk showed on her lips. It was better sometimes to let someone think you knew more than you really did. And in this case, she figured why not use the information she'd heard... to make him think.

"Hmm... perhaps then we should have dos over for tea and..." he grinned again, "entertainment.."

"But the question would be... would I be the entertainment?"

A laugh passed from his lips as he tilted his head back. "That iss quite possible... Ussa sisters... may naut take so kindly to..intrusions as I.."

"Likely not. Females can be... like that."

Drax'l smirked, "Xas..."

"I am not unfamiliar with the workings of a House."

"Oh really...?" His curiosity seemed piqued. "How is thiss? Dos are naut true darthiir?"

"I am not."

He seemed to peer at her more closely, trying to detect any hint in her appearance of what she claimed. Myra knew he'd find none, and lifted her chin ever so slightly. "You'll find no appearance to speak otherwise."

He nodded. "So usstan see."

"But my mother was Phyrra. A High Priestess of Lloth."

"Of what house?"

"I'd rather not say." Besides, she thought, I don't know. No need for him to know that though. "You know my name. What is yours."

"Usstan am Drax'l, ust dalharuk of House Maerdyn."

They spoke at length on the topics of most recent times. He mentioned that Saeba was "unstable". That amused Myra. Here she was, in the lair of the Drow, speaking rather openly to an obviously relaxed and upper ranking male. And he said Saebe is unstable? Myra's eyes travelled over him one more time. He was handsome... in a darkly alluring way.

Their conversation went to the lack of creature comforts in the lair.

"Usstan miss my bed."

Considering her earlier thoughts, Myra couldn't help but smirk just a tiny bit. "I'm certain you aren't the only one ...that misses your bed, that is."

Drax'l chuckled. "Oh, there may be others that miss ussa bed , xas.." He winked at her.

Myra chuckled, not sure she liked the way this was going... so she took the opening... "And speaking of beds. Mine calls..."

"Very well Ssunveil..." He actually smiled. "Perhaps udos shall meet again..."

Myra offered a grin. "Perhaps I'll come by again... for that tea."

"Please do... just be careful..."

Myra nodded. "I always am."

"Aluve'"

His manners had surprised her. Perhaps it was because she was female, and of some drow descent, but she hardly thought he would believe her... Time would tell.