You could be trying to beat the heat of the Sangolii in a tiny outpost tavern, or shopping for sundries in the bazaars of Kugane. Perhaps you just need a quiet place to drink and be alone with your thoughts in a hole-in-the-wall bar. Either way, that's where you'll probably find him. Tall, muscled like a jungle coeurl and twice as intimidating, you might mistake him for the world's largest Miqo’te were it not for the defined, yet scarred, Roegadyn features.
It's the ears that cause this, of course. You'd think they were fake, some sort of taxidermical fashion statement. Then one of them flicks, like a dog’s ear brushed by a stray fly. You're intrigued.
It would take some nerve, but he seems approachable, if a little on-edge. He may tense a bit on your approach, but only for a moment. A habitual reaction from a harder time, perhaps. He'll have a drink in his hand. Ask what's in his cup and offer the next round on you, and he'll flash you a toothy grin. You'll see then that this strange fellow is otherwise quite amicable and quick-witted; an excellent drinking partner. Sure, he's a bit of a wallflower at parties, and he won't be quite as gregarious in crowds as he may be when you catch him alone, but he’s damn reliable and a hell of a swordsman. You're gonna want him on your team.
Oh, and don't forget to ask for his name.
“It's Elil.”
-written by @/fronkenstorm