The night is quiet as the full moon shines down on your camp the only sounds being the flicker of the flames in the fire and of the occasion squirrel in the bush or chirp from a tree.

James your half drow cleric is sat in his own quiet corner of the camp his hands busy trying to tie his long snow white hair back in to a knot

James takes after his drow blood having icy blue skin and white hair with pale pinkish eyes as for clothes he has a pair of pale tassel earrings and dark purple camp wear made of soft fabrics