Nym Liam blinked, smiling briefly as one of the fair folk zipped through the room and missed him behind the crates of food.<br/><br/>Rising to a full height of six feet and some change, the nude, caramel bodied elf called after the retreating pixie softly, “ho there little cousin.  Have you been here long?”<br/><br/>Unembarrassed by his nudity, the elf strode around the crates and out into the main chamber.  Long copper hair drifted behind him.<br/><br/>“Good morning,” he looked around, somewhat surprised by the number of people he found, and delighted by their diversity.<br/><br/>“My name is Nym Liam Greensong.  Does anyone know how I got here?”