Elzhabehl Tyr'neldth

An elf stands before you. His gaze is piercing and his expression is one of muted disdain as he speaks with you. Occasionally he mutters additional asides in elven. Around his forehead a circlet of intricately woven metal sits, just above his almost constantly furrowed brow.

His eyes look dark, though not black; they are certainly of a dark grey. Likewise his hair is almost jet black, with only the finest tint of blue throughout where the light bounces off its surface. At each side of his face the hair is woven into complex braids.

He is dressed in robes detailed with many delicate patterns giving him almost an air of royalty about him; though you feel it is more likely his arrogance at the root of this common mistake.

In his hands, almost at all times, he carries a crimson leather bound tome with various arcane symbols embossed into it in a silver coloured metal.