Elis Chzul was an ancient, pious high elf. He walked through the streets of Nerys with an air of authority that only the high elves could possess. He and his guard of gaudily armored crusaders walked through the streets, crowd dividing wisely as he passed. The city was full of unusual creatures of the mixed races that made up the world. For a Mainland city, it recieved insane amounts of interracial foot traffic. It was the city of trade and progress however, and its numbers showed. Elis did not care for the pressence of these lesser races, though his mission had lead him to hunt a daemon that made its home within Nerys, a chimera, shapeshifters with the faces of a thousand species. These ancient enemies were no match for Elis' crusaders, however.<br/><br/><br/>Elis' thoughts were interrupted as he saw a drenched merchant cross his path closely, a rather elegant looking half orc followed by a human close on his tail. Elis was in no real hurry to solve any of these problems, but when local police began to turn their attention to the chase scene, Elis knew someone had been up to no good. Elis held his mailed hand up and halted his men, then gestured a few to follow and assist.<br/><br/>As Elis made his commands, a particular creature protruded from the crowd. A cloaked young dark elf. To a normal creature, the woman would be completely concealed but to a high elf, she stood no chance of stealthly making her way through. He recognized this elf as a kin to a traitorous family; the Icestrike.<br/><br/>"Orion be damned" he cursed with a smiled, running his hands through his long blonde hair before marching with his remaining men to approach his unexpected prize.