A tall, stooped elf who moves with the slow economy of someone used to long afternoons in one place. He wears a woven shawl dyed the pale green of riverweed that smells faintly of camphor. His hands are stained with plant sap and have long, careful nails filed flat. Across his chest he keeps a leather band whose loops hold glass vials filled with dried petals, powders and a single polished riverstone. Unexpectedly, the left sleeve of his tunic is always impeccably clean and starched while the rest of his clothing bears small, stubborn stains. When he walks he often pauses to listen to the wind through leaves, as if cataloging their voices.