Zarna chuckles. "I suppose you would think that, but there's a little more to the story." She takes a long pull on the pipe drawing out the moment. "My mother wasn't proud of her family name and among my father's people a surname is something organic that comes out of the years relating to oneself. In what I think was a supreme moment of bluntness my mother named me for the storm that had been raging at the same time she entered labor and continued through my birth. Drow humor is rather dry." Concludes Zarna with a sharp toothed smirk with smoke dripping from the corners of her mouth.