You notice an odd, almost godly aura about Taenoralhe.

You see Pesky Elf Taenoralhe Insuvaeryn, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and silver eyes. Her honey hair is very long and straight, and is worn braided. She has black skin. Taenoralhe has transcended time.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a gold medal of honor set with a fine square-cut Ilithi emerald, a grey orb, an ithridu shield pin, a dangling ivory fang earring suspended from a crude twist of copper wire, a silver ring, a snugly-laced bodice of worn and scuffed-up suede, a full-sleeved linen shirt thinning at the elbows and frayed at cuffs and hem, a short, tattered hide skirt, a ragged pair of sandals haphazardly fastened with fraying twine, a battered leather pack and an ebony backsheath.