It is impossible to say which catches the sun’s rays more readily: the blonde locks of the adolescent elf standing before you, or his tanned, golden skin. Dressed in slacks and a tailored shirt, his black smoking jacket truly draws the eyes, as twin brass dragons, picked out in fine thread, twist around the silken sleeves. A manticore leather belt straps a low-slung holster across his slender hips; a wand with a curiously curved grip juts from the top. Though the young elf projects a look of wide-eyed innocence, the moment you hear him speak, you recognize the vocabulary as one that a far older being might employ.
~ Played by Shackleford
