One night you are at the local tavern drinking an ale with a happy feeling in you. The atmosphere is merry all about and everything seems fine. There is a storm outside at the current moment and much to your surprise everything is well and everything is fine. All the men laugh hysterically and half drunkedly as many jokes fly from here to there and many men seem to be in the same mood as you.
Not to long after the entrance of the tavern opens up. You look up from where you sit and turn your heard as you see a tall slender figure walk into the room. His green hood of his cloak is up over his head where no one can see the features on his face. He may be a man of a dark history around him or a person trying to escape from something but no one is quite sure, seemingly enough, you are the only person looking at him. He apparently is gazing back to you.
He says something in a strange tongue that not even you can understand but soon he casually strides over to you.
'Greetings to thee, may I ask where I am?', he says with an exhausted tone in his voice.
You answer back to him and he smiles a little. You can only see his mouth, and the little bit of his face that you can see, you can clearly make out that his complexion is smooth and clear.
'Thank you, what might thy name be, sire?', he asks back casually. You speak back to him and he only nods.
'I am Edradon Orto, a good meeting and thank you, now I must take my leave...perhaps we shall meet again.', he says and with a nod he turns. As he walks out the door someone bumps into him and his hood falls down halfway from his head before he catches it and you see for a brief second what seems to be a pair of pointy ears and long light brown hair. Maybe your eyes were deceiving you but as soon as you blinked he was gone again.
You wonder what would happen and if you would meet again...