Raethen is clad in the greens and browns of a forest-living elf clan. Soft leather boots rise to his knees and are bound with narrow leather strips winding up and around his calves. He wears well-tailored britches, the color of aged wood, which match his tunic. A long, green cloak hangs from his broad shoulders, and around his lean but well-muscled frame. The hilt of an elven blade, similar to Eran’s glints from beneath his robes. His hair flows like spun moonlight to below his shoulders, and a circlet of silver adorns his head.

Raethen looks like he has no age. His skin is pale but not white. It shimmers slightly as it catches the light from flaming torches, and appears to be the youthful skin of a young man not yet twenty, but his blue eyes are old. In Raethen’s eyes there is wisdom and knowledge, experience and understanding, but beneath all of that, there is a deep and profound sadness.

Max Tasian

Max has one green and one blue eye, and the ears of an elf. She is human born, and has been pierced by an arrow beneath her heart. Her long hair is tawny and hangs in scattered, wavy rivulets down her back. The britches she wears are too short and are cuffed just below her knees. A billowing shirt engulfs her tiny frame, with sleeves that end between her elbow and wrist; she wears no shoes.