The man stands as tall as a half-elf, but his skin is a sickly yellow and scaled like a lizard’s. His eyes are bright despite the heavy lids that droop over them, and his nostrils flare like a beast on the hunt. Although his body is piscine, with a tail and webbed hands, the elven lineage in his blood remains clear and inarguable. A simple leather vest is draped over his unusual complexion, and he carries a scimitar and a satchel that bulges uncomfortably with strange vials.
