Airmen's Rest

Jeryme

Tall and slender, the elf is old but stands with quiet pride. Long, silver hair is pulled back into a braid while stray wisps frame his worn face. His sea green eyes smile warmly with subtle golden flecks while the right eye has a slight twitch. His tanned skin contrasts with his front-laced pale linen shirt. A long vaalorn knife sticks out from a leather sheath hung about his ebon wool trousers that are tucked into some dark leather boots. A clean, white cloth is draped over his shoulder.