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The man is clearly an ancient elf, though when he looks up at her, she’s surprised at the sense of age she gets from him. He doesn’t look any older, necessarily, than the other ancient elves she’s seen. There are no more lines on his face, no thinning to his hair or age spots on his skin. But for a moment she is viscerally reminded of the most weathered trees in the depths of the greatest forests.
He has brown skin and an unmarked face, dark hair that has been twisted into dozens of different styles of braid, a soft leather cloak that looks as though it has survived centuries of careful wear and tear, and boots that seem much the same. His forearms are bare, but his skin is riddled with scars. One deep mark on his chin, another on his throat, but most are on his hands.
–Looking Glass, Chapter 5.