A beautiful forest is all you see as you take a walk. High trees, flowers in full bloom, butterflies, dragonflies and other insects swirling around. The smell of wet leaves and moss is in the air and the leaves in the trees cast a beautiful play of light on the earthy path below you.

As you pass by a clearing something catches your eye, or rather someone. A tall male in a white cloak kneels in front of a few flowers, picking a few. He has long and pointy ears, snow white skin and messy black hair. He's tall for an elf, very tall actually (6'2").

His looks almost threatening with the small one handed sythe and blank face.

His shining blue eyes are fixed onto the colourful flowers i front of him. His melodic sounding voice mumbles incoherent thoughts to himself.