Constantly moving back and forth through the guild - sometimes leaving for long periods of time or simply for a few brief minutes - a dark elven figure clad in some of the most cliché colours on his clothing for a Shadow Dancer (Dark grey, pure black, etc) would be moving through the hallways, holding what appears to be a book in his hand and a charcoal piece in the other constantly dotting away; frantically going about his business, with a Master's insignia upon him at all times but nothing to purely denote him a teacher, mostly to discern his experience in being a Dancer. Wearing sometimes a cloak to shroud himself or just his body-clothing, showing his gracing truce with the shadows as he moved down random sections of the guild while at other times he pauses simply where he is gazing down at his book...

The most noticeable thing about this elf would be that fact he doesn't show an inch of his skin anywhere about his person; wearing a helmet that swam in a dark, hectic fog that kept his face hidden at all times which made it hard to show what he thought.

If he's ever around and people were to notice him, they wouldn't gaze him all that long as he would step around one more corner before sliding from sight into the shadows of the halls using his natural skills in stealth. Although, even as he was hidden in sight, down in the duelling and storage rooms, folk might hear an odd sound emitting down there; this sound might be a bang, smash, something breaking or perfectly enough: Silence. The door to the storage room would be shut at all times if folk got curious, with a black curtain draped over the inside of the window on the door to stop overs getting a peek inside. If any would attempt to enter, they'd find the door blocked by something from the inside.

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