Morg stood in the shadow of an alley and watch the
children gathering in front of the itinerant’s wagon. The buzzing children quieted
when the door opened. After a dramatic moment, an elf emerged.
Like all elves, he was slight. His black hair was short,
not even reaching halfway down his forehead. One could trace a distinct V from
the tip of his chin to the points of his ears. His pupils were dark purple with
flecks of gold. The color of his skin was hard to say; where it was exposed he
had covered himself in white oil paint.
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