Alariel moved from tree to tree, above the king and his escort. He made no sound, not even the feintest one, for this was his speciality. He was a hunter, a very unusual hunter to say the least. His very long ears and purple skin made him a Night Elf, making the night his home. Long black hair was tied in a pony tale upward, then fell on his back, over two long, slim blades, with ancient inscriptions on them. The wepons were crossed on his his back. the weight of his muscular body shifted so that no branch moved more than normal, so no leaf made a weird movement. A loose sleeveless shirt and loose pants covered his body. Yet the most unusual thing about Alariel was the white strip of cloth that covered his eyes, blindfolding him; he used magic to look at, past, and inside things, yet the magic was only viable for 500 meters. Farther than that, he was blind, completely blind.