His hair glossy and reflecting the light so that it nearly seemed white at times, the moon elf proved thin of frame and appeared as though a moderate breeze could knock him back, but he moved with the grace and careful confidence of a seasoned traveler.  Eyes sparkled with intelligence, but a touch of distancing carried from his person, though he seemed friendly once the initial aloofness was found to be caution, not arrogance.

Outside of the golden burnoose and azure tunic he wore, the elven warrior girded himself only in a lightweight suit of chestnut leather armour studded with brass rivets.  Two thick shortsword sheaths girded his hips, and a bow rode on his back with the slim haversack there.  A belt pouch, sturdy but soft boots, and a waterskin at his hip, and one was left wondering at more within the obvious for the confidence.