Erebseth was a stern-looking dark elf, his face weary and weathered. Despite his haggard appearance, his muscular physique gave him a rugged, daddy type of vibe.

At only 36 in human years, Erebseth had already been cast out of his clan for practicing dark magic. Now, he dwelt in the forests, hidden from most.

Erebseth was setting up camp, kindling a fire to cook his dinner, when he spied a smoke signal in the distance. Curious, he stood and approached, wondering who had signaled.