A spectral figure if there ever was one, this tall elf is draped head to toe in rippling, soaked robes of unrecognizable texture. The only hint that this is indeed an elf is the pair of pointy ears that often stick out from the sides of their monk shawl.

The grim visage of an ossified, underwater fiend covers their face with an expression twisted into a vacant imitation of laughter or joy, hiding their sunless complexion and most of their features. Stringy black hair occasionally falls from their shawl, matted and unkempt to complete the image of a drowned corpse.

Their movements might be ethereal if not restrained by invisible weights. Instead, their gait was as heavy as lead, laborious and lethargic. Their voice rippled with a disturbed contralto but was noticeably strained by a harsh rasp as if sucking down air was a chore.

The burden they carry is handled with enough stoicism that it can be interpreted as graceful or stubborn and foolish in equal measure.