Ehrendril
AppearanceTo those unfamiliar with the ageless elves, estimating any sort of age outside that of juveniles is largely a guessing game, but a few things mark Ehrendril as fairly young for one of his kind, no more than a few centuries or so. His gaze has not yet acquired the weighty intensity that comes with the witnessing of millennia, but rather his cornflower blue eyes seem distant, settled on some internal preoccupation. His skin and hair too, are like that of a living being, alabaster and golden yes, but not yet as eerily reminiscent of a work of art as the elder ones are.
His manner is rather reserved, though ceaselessly polite, though the etiquette is so formal, and rather unfamiliar, as to occasionally wrong-foot people. He can, though, as many of his kin, bedazzle those susceptible with his grace, like unshielding the flame of a lantern, though likely none of his travelling companions have yet seen him bother to put this talent to use. Even for the scholar that he obviously is, Ehrendril spends an inordinate amount of time consulting his books, making arcane observations in some inscrutable shorthand as he gazes at the heavens, more often than not his brows drawn in muted concern.