Myrin

"Oh? What are you doing all the way out here?" The young Elf looks down at you from his seat among the limbs of the tree you just walked under, a novel held lazily in one hand and an eyebrow curved slightly upward in confusion. The Autumn wind ruffled his mid length black hair as he stared at you with half closed red eyes, looking miffed at the interruption of his daydreaming. He softly closes the book after marking his place with a small leaf, dropping 15 meters down from his perch and landing as though he were as light as a feather "You must be a long way from home." He looks you up and down, studying you like a foreign concept, with the air of someone wise beyond their years, the dark circles under his eyes implying many sleepless nights. His body language is relaxed, confident. He gestures at a nearby fallen tree. "You must be tired. Sit, have some tea, and tell me how you've stumbled across my home amongst the trees."