Lacking great stature but neither small like a halfling. Tethren does anything but blend in with the crowd. As he pulls back his cloak’s hood his silvery antlers glitter in the light. Immediately after you get lost in the bottomless pit of his all black eyes. He can command the room with ease only with his presence. His white skin with a slight blue hue and only darker blue hair pay homage to the ice peaks from a past long ago. Given his past, he is slow to make companions. Often found sitting in the silent corners of any given…
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