Shoulder-length golden locks, delicate features, and tapered ears of the golden-skinned traveler bespoke elven heritage, but with a severity -almost sharpness- to the bone structure. His haughty, upturned nose, and piercing green eyes seemed more in keeping with arrogance than the wry smile at odds with a disciplinarian’s
severe features.

Oiled-black leather hide protected his svelte form, and bore few marks of trouble; matching it were high-topped but foreign-styled soft-soled boots, supple leather gloves, belt pouches, and a pair of slim leather backpack snugged tightly against his back.  A dark-wooded truncheon, wrapped in black leather, paired a longsword on the other side.  He rested upon a curved blackoaked greatbow, recurved, with golden horn inlays that wrapped gracefully about the bow… which was unstrung, and even more oddly, unaccompanied by even a single quiver for arrows.  A walking staff?