Joining the group is a small, slender elf, clearly from nowhere nearby.
His skin is very dark--not black like the drow, but deep yellowish brown, as if he has been tanned through and through by the sun. His long, black hair is perfectly straight, and gathered into a braid that extends to his waist. It has been tied back with a saffron-yellow sash that wends its way down the braid's length, and is capped with a brass point.
His outfit is very simple. A loose white linen tunic with only the barest amount of styling is above similar loose white linen breeches. He wears leather sandals, and slight glimpses of leather armbands are visible, with a number of tiny bone and metal points ensheathed. The only evidence of his spending any time locally is the finely crafted rapier at his belt.
He greets the group with a deep bow, tossing his braid forward and causing the brass tip hit the floor with a *snap*. "Many greetings, fellow questers. Some know me, some do not. I am Quozen Ilphukiir, of the Monastic Order of the Nightingale. I concede that I am most excited by our mission, and feel it shall be one of great learning. My sword and fist are at your service."