He seemed a normal enough fellow when he came into view. A bit of snow on the mountain top, as they say, his hair is a dirtied sort of white. Perhaps it was once the color of sand. His broad shoulders contradict a small, slender frame. Ahh, an elf. Sharp, angled features to his face, but a strong jaw.  He's no pup, for certain. A few scars and a slight limp he tries hard to hide. Still, there is something about the way he fixes his jade eyes upon you. He watches you. Evaluates you, though, not in judgement. Almost in a way that suggests he is waiting to see what you will become.