[[Holding in his left hand a bow and a quiver on his back, a fairly tall wood Elf ceases his sprinting and bows politely. His hair is golden and his eyes of almost a stone grey and down his back is draped a thin green cloak. The Elf speaks.]]
My name is Beleglas, younger son of Eitheluin, a noble Elf east of here. I have ventured here through no astonishing means; on the contrary I come only to seek solitude from my brother whose swelling ego ires me. (Indeed his attitude is quite irritating, for seldom do I lose my patience.) I have been living a humble life taking pleasure in writing stories and songs and carving fine bows for my kinsman, such as this the one I hold here.
Prior to this I had intended on leaving my home to go west where I had never been. I am not quite centennial, but years are not long as the seasons are always changing. Seeing this land I am very pleased and eager to greet new faces, for I yearn for company, song and stories of your own peoples' making.
For now I bid you farewell, but if the Elves of Tel'Mithrim welcome me I would be very much indebted and would return to listen to your stories and tell some of my own. Thank you kindly for your time and I look forward to conversing in the future.
-~-#Beleglas#-~-
