The high elf cannot help but look down his nose at you as he enters your vicinity, a tribute to both his aloof manner as well as his considerable height. At just a shade under seven feet tall, he is the tallest elf you have ever seen or even heard of—accentuated all the more by his lean build. His silver hair and violet eyes perfectly set off his alabaster skin, so pale that it barely qualifies as opaque, marred only by a faded scar three claws have left along the side of his neck. Shadows cling to the dagger at his belt as if they were a living thing. The vest of his dark leather armor is bound by three ivory horns along the belly, and a necklace sporting three dragon’s teeth dangles from a silver chain around his neck.