A tall, slim figure clad in flowing silks stands in your path, but their attention is on the translucent purple fox at their side. It chitters excitedly, and the figure responds in the elvish tongue before turning to look at you. Despite yourself, you are taken in by the featureless amber eyes of the brown-skinned fey elf, an inquisitive look upon their androgynous features as they take stock of you in turn. Arcane runes, etched out in luxurious, permanent inks, decorate their body, with those markings on the neck and brow framed by the figure’s resplendent black hair. The curved blade of a scimitar, equal parts deadly weapon and wonderous treasure, is tucked into a silken sash at their waist, with several potions and scroll cases tucked into a leather hip satchel on the opposite side.
