Elendel mentally lets go of the energy that was allowing him to remain magically invisable, and then deliberately steps out of the shadows, dropping the natural obfusation so that the others can see him without looking.
Elendel looks like your typical wood elf with brown hair and redish hazel eyes, except for the fact that he seems to fade from sight as his elven cloak moves about his person. He moves with the expected grace of his race, and he seems to be carrying much. He has a worn backpack on his back that appears to be lightly packed, and a quiver on his belt (though no bow is visable), made also of worn, good quality leather. Other then those things, he has a pair of dull leather bracers, a black silk headband that holds his shoulder length hair from his face, and a non descript amulet to hold his shifting cloak in place. All in all, nothing that would strike fear into anothers heart. Elendel appears to be unarmed.
None of his items radiate magic, which makes him an unlikely canidate for this gathering.
He seems to shift his feet, one to the other as he is looked upon, odviously unused to people looking at him.
Upon closer inspection, it becomes appearant that the elf is injured from some puncture wounds that look as if they may have hurt. None of them are mortal, but a couple of them came close to the mark. There are no signs of the arrows taht had hit him, for the ones that did not go directly through his flesh had shattered beyond recognizing.
"Hi, Elendel at your service." Unlike most of the others, his fame does not preceed him since it's the last thing he seeks. He tends to help others from the shadows, most not even knowing they are being aided. Glory is not a concept to the earnest wood elf, though honor is.
