The red sylvari looked around to see Tamara and Grishnack, smiling and beckoning them forward from her position. In the firelight, she seemed much older than her six years, but maybe it was just the flickering light and not her actual appearance.... or was it?
Silent foot steps imprint themselves in the snow as the sylvari walked among the bonfire. He would not give them much note until he spots two familiar faces.
*Introduction.* Name - Myran Northblood. A tall sylvari, dressed in a combination of bark, leaves and rags. Various cuts would line his face along with a distinct burn mark along the right side. The long autumn orange leaves on his head would be speckled with green and tied back. Strapped to his belt would be a Kodan-made sword and a Flame-Legion focus. Other sylvari can right away sense that he is Soundless.
Occupation - Hunter, wanderer, and hermit of sorts
Popularity - The sylvari prefers to stay in the background but that would not stop rumours of a lone sylvari frequenting the Snow Leopard Lodge with offerings.
"Hail." he greeted them, his gaze flickering between those at the bonfire before setting on Korthall and Aldrec, a faint smile crossing his lips. "It is good to see you both again."
"Hello." The red sylvari stood up, holding out a gloved hand in the humans' way of greeting to the new sylvari. A small smile tinged her face and right away, it was easy to tell that she was also a huntress. Although, the odd thing on her person was a totem pendant of Wolf, which would be an odd thing for a sylvari to have....