Tall like all sun elves, this one's light golden skin contrasts perfectly with his the smoldering emerald of his eyes and the glossy blackness of his hair. Despite the regalness in the way he holds himself and his features, his explorer's garb is dusty and worn looking as if it had seen years upon years on the road. A gnarled staff of an unknown wood is held lightly in one hand, more a walking stick for the long roads than a weapon or support, caught within the gnarled wood is a glass orb glowing with a soft azure light.
"Welcome Slivanyck, I am Gereon. The road has brought me here and I do recognize the lot of you. It seems you have gotten to the point quite succintly. You shall fill me in as we go." He nods casually at the others, falling in next to the elf.
As you walk, "where might we be headed?"
"Welcome Slivanyck, I am Gereon. The road has brought me here and I do recognize the lot of you. It seems you have gotten to the point quite succintly. You shall fill me in as we go." He nods casually at the others, falling in next to the elf.
As you walk, "where might we be headed?"