*The shadows in Szith Morcane move and breathe. A lone patch of darkness begins to take shape and a darkly clad jalil seems to emerge from it. She looks around for a bit, speaks quietly with a Zau'Afin Linthar then steps back into the shadows with out a sound.
A short while later, the darkly clad figure emerges once again form the all consuming darkness, this time in the Zau'Afin throne room. The eyes of the guards widen at her appearance but wisely make no comment and show no other reaction. She eyes the throne of the Il'haress for a long time, then approaches the high seat. She begins to remove her armor before the throne. A pair of rothe emerge from the darkness. They take the armor she has shed, but when they reach for her hammer and whip she snarls and scatters them to the bowels of the Qu'elllar. She dons the robes of a Yath'tellar and plops upon the throne as if it was hers. The Jaluk guards shift uncomfortably, but make no move to stop the seemingly impudent Yath. She seems to collapse a bit into the throne for a time as if sinking into it. Moments pass, and she straightens sitting straight and upright, assuming a trance like state..*