This Man's given name is Adrath--- name well suited to the tall, fair, rather mysterious elven people. But Adrath himself is not a Elf. His parents were travelers in a caravan set upon by bandits, whose noisy slaughter of innocents roused the ire of the quiet Elven people.

 After the battle settled, the Elves discovered a small boy-child hiding in the ruined wagons, and agreed he could not be abandoned. Even as child, Adrath showed himself naturally adept at the arts they prized: Stealth, silence, subtlety. In spirit, if not in physique, he might have been a Elf changeling, returned to his proper home. But as he grew, he lessened down from his family and came to think of himself as misplaced. After all, his features were too different.

 Estranged from his adopted family, he withdrew to live alone in the woods. Lost wanderers who find their way from the forest sometimes speak of his aloofness. Who he  peered at them from deep among the trees, then vanished like a dream before they could approach. Lithe and stealthy, he moves like mist in silence. That whispering you hear is his arrows finding an enemy's heart.