Sangahyando
descendant of Castamir
- Joined
- Aug 28, 2005
- Messages
- 60
A man sat on the chair in the corner of the room; a glass of cognac in hand. He was a pale, thin-skinned greasy haired elder. He looked like a dead man walking. The man was an Elf of the Falas though that name was long since forgotten. He lived through the Wars of the North and fled after the defeat of Gondolin to the south. His dark brown eyes penetrated the darkness of the inn and reflected bronze off the light emanating from the torches on the wall brackets. A cold aura came from him. His name was Iceheart.


