Daecelyn is NOT your storybook elf. From his tanned(?) skin to his utilitarian garb to his constant scowl, only the ears give his race away immediately. However, his love for nature, the desert, is unquestionable.

He has been a feature of this Northcross over 40 years, longer than any human inhabitant wants to remember. He was just "the grumpy old guy who watched the well at night", until one of the children wanted to be a hero.