Alteral looked up from his drink, looking into the eyes of another elf, and feeling homesick. "I am Alteral vin Mithral, High Priest of the Sun, and one day I shall be recognized as such and don my robes once more. Today marks 20 years an outcast, which might be why I have allowed myself into town, despite my better judgement." What could be seen of his skin was white as snow, matching the color of his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was raspy, even through the muffling of his facewraps. "May our meeting be blessed under the eye of the Sun."