:: an elf ::
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:: a quite elf taking note of everything in the camp moves slowly and quietly through the trees.
His armor and items in his pack resemble those scavenged from the dead or those discarded by other with more coins.
A tattered cloak, some repaired padded boots adorn his form.
He is seen constantly tending to a well worn and visibly used second hand blade. Its nicks and scratches polished over with a sharpening stone.
He lowers his head in embarassment when his scavenged shortbow is noted. However, he cares for it as if it was his only child.
He smiles politely and bows respectfully to all, taking note of any slights or offenses directed at him. Reacting to none.
Muttering his thoughts aloud in elvish, he does not care if others around him understand his words or hear his thoughts.
He has taken refuge in this camp after being assaulted in the pass by the "Beasts of Sam". Beaten and robbed of his things, he slowly works to rebuild what he lost.
He bows respectfully to all, but also mentally assesses all he sees, not matter their stature, standing, rank or size.
Eventually, those that slight him will have to pay for their insults.
Until then he smiles and tends to his things. They may seem the things of a beggar, but in his hands they deliver death. Death and revenge.
Quietly he rises, and heads into the pass. ::
