Violet eyed and wearing a faint smile, this Drow clearly lacks the haughtiness of much of his kind. He is powerfully bit, especially by the standards of an elf, lithe and muscular. His free flowing mane lends a sort of leonine quality to his warrior's frame, and his sword is rarely to be found far from him. Despite his soldier's body and keen gaze, he regards the surface folk with an expression bereft of judgement or hatred. It is obvious that this Drow either does not carry with him the ways of his people, or prefers to act upon his hatreds away from prying eyes.