He was tall and thin, with long, dark hair swept back from a high forehead and sharp, aristocratic features. Hands with long, slim fingers were steepled in front of him in a casual gesture. His eyes were dark and impossibly deep, and Aneki always marveled at them. He often wondered if their incredible ageless quality was real or merely a creation of the image the man behind them projected. The long hair covered the delicately pointed ears that were the clearest mark that their visitor was an elf. Elves were just one of the many metatypes that had appeared with the return of magic, new races that had thrown off their human guises and, according to many, their human rights.