The Elf stepped from the shadows, pale even for one of his race, as if he saw the Sun little, which is ironic, for a Sun Elf was he.
Upon his shoulders was a Cloak of Grey, mottled colors blending with the background with every step. Upon the shouldeer of the Elf rode a Diminutive Fey, wearing a Tiny Mail Shirt of the finest rings, and bearing a Sword-like Dagger.'ndeed, the Color of the Dragon is tantamount to our success, for Knowledge is Key to our Success.Preparedness is everything.' said the Elf, and then he smiled.'I am Mortimyr Ambruth, and this is my Companion Flynn Rathbone. We represent Ohgma, Father of Knowledge.'