For an instant, the last silvery moonbeams shone on his face. His skin was black as obsidian, with slender and sharp features, and his ears, without lobes, were pointed. His hair was long and milky white, with a streak of crimson. He dressed in black and silver, with a long hooded cloak. But, over all else, it were the drow’s eyes that froze me. His eyes, burning and ruby red.