Kristofferson VonLicken, a brilliant young scholar whom had begun instructing his kingdom's prince the history of strategy and the theory that went behind it, slid into the castle library where he was supposed to be meeting the prince unnoticed by the other scholars as usual. The small five foot high man was rather quiet when he wished to be, and very rarely ever made too much noise when he wasn't angry or expressing his opinion. It was clear from the man's fair skin, lightly pointed ears, and deep, expressive green eyes so common amongst elves that he had some elven blood in him, however while most elves had hair that ranged in shades of blond and brown, Kris had long black as night hair. Pure blooded elves really never had black hair. In elven culture black was seen as the color of death, so many Halfling children who had born to elven parents were killed before they had a chance to live, because the mixing of elvin blood seemed to commonly cause black hair. There is not a living person besides Kris himself that knows exactly how he had escaped being killed as a newborn, and he was extraordinarily careful to keep it that way.
Carefully walking through the library, Kris watched the others carefully taking note of what they were doing before he finally reached the room at the back end of the library where the prince received his lessons. Carefully, the scholar straitened his green and red tunic and checked to make sure his matching trousers were in order as well as adjusting his long hair so that it fell in a dignified manner over his right shoulder before he took a deep breath and slid into the room. Glancing around to see if the prince was there already or if he had beaten the other male there, the young green eyed man took a few moments to prepare himself for his lesson. The little man loved to teach, however he still didn't like people like the prince whom were basically born with a silver spoon in their mouths, so to speak. Kris had had to work very hard to reach the spot he was in now, and he really had a dislike for people whom had been handed everything in life, never having to work for it or go without. In fact he liked them just about as much as he liked people whom called him short, death, or Kristy.
"I'm here." Kris muttered softly, announcing his presence in the room softly so that he didn't startle anyone.