| The impish grin grew on the young elf's face, his features holding the high cheekbones of an elf, but the strong jaw and broad nose of a human. His reddish-brown hair fell to those perfect cheekbones, slightly covering deep green eyes as he leaned forward to regather cards. Another round guys? He had such good luck at cards, it was amazing anyone would wish to play against him, but people thought he wouldn't be that bright at looking at him. He was the perfect image of his father, from his broad shoulders and reddish-brown hair, slightly darker than Sethra's, to his arrogant stand as he watched people. There were no agreements to another round which made the man toss that pretty pout, that was his claim to being a pretty boy. He didn't care, truth be told, since he found it so very nice how the girls reacted to that pout, but, unfortunately, his fellow card-players just shook their heads. "Now that's no fun, what am I going to do now?" Though, deep greens were soon distracted by a pretty lass walking by, standing up to get the door for her, showing off that outfit of royal blue, from the loose bard's shirt to the, fitting, breeches, down to his boots. At his hips was a sword-belt, a dagger on one hip, and a long sword upon the other. |