Tall, angular wood elf whose presence is both scholarly and slightly bestial. Xarra moves with a deliberate, almost feline grace punctuated by small, twitching gestures—his fingers feather through air when thinking. His robes are well-worn academic darkgreens and soot-brown, layered like strata, with leather patches and stitched-in specimen pockets. Little sigils of faded ink and stitched sigils of protection run the hems. A belt of brass loops and leather danglers carries scales, bone fragments, a brass divination lens, and a sealed vial pulsing faintly with a teal light. When he leans forward to speak his gaze is unnervingly close; his yellow eyes glint like polished amber, bright with curiosity and hunger for knowledge. Unexpectedly, his left forearm is a patchwork of pale scales and faintly luminescent moss that seems to shift and grow in tiny increments over time—an odd, organic contradiction to his otherwise refined, academic air.