The man’s ghostly pale face stands out from his dark, form-fitting armor, his cheekbones and brow white as frost. Purple bags under his eyes weigh down an already cold gaze, bereft of feeling. His mouth betrays no emotion either, for he keeps it frozen shut in a thin line. The ends of his long ears—the only hint of his elven ancestry—droop slightly, the pale skin darkening to a stormy gray. Lithe of frame and deathly quiet, he moves with the deftness of a cat seeking shadow.
