Kai'Lyn Triss

Both physically and metaphorically cloaked, this individual is a striking contrast to the general populous of Sandpoint.
Long, draping cloths fall at jagged lengths from their torso causing their movements to be both animated and obscured in equal parts. Underneath, layers of clean linen wraps cover almost the entirety of their body with only the eyes and browline visible under a deep-hooded cloak.
His appearance brings to mind stories and tales about the Darklands. Of creatures turned away from the surface, shunned from their kin, and left to roam the endless chambers and tunnels throughout Sekamina. Darkling peoples that learned to embrace, and eventually thrive in their new underworld, the Caligni are a collection of humanoids whom were able to stave off the darkness with equal parts guile and magic.

Darklings

Usually lumped together with many other races under a catch-all term 'darkling,' Caligni separate themselves from other sentient peoples in the area, such as Drow, with their devotion to an entity known as The Forsaken.
Thousands of years below the surface have caused a great divergence between the Caligni of today and their ancestors of the past. Almost equal parts elven and Azlanti origins have resulted in an incredibly strong-willed, long-lived, and overly-zealous people with long, slender frames and wiry limbs. Most wear tattered grey or black clothing and hide shiny small treasures within them. They have gaunt builds with pale complexions and white eyes.
More myth than man, many have come to regard Caligni as more of a metaphor for the absolute threat that is the Darklands. But, for those who have had the horror to make their acquaintance, the myth quickly materializes to shadow incarnate - death patiently biding it's time in the shadows.
Kai'Lyn's resemblance to a darkling is something that is incredibly unnerving. Dwarven miners sing death hymns and regale stories of Caligni Stalkers single-handedly slaughtering scores of troglodytes in a matter of blinks. But, while Kai'Lyn's dressing cover wickedly designed leather armor, vambraces, and high boots, it isn't black or dark by any means. In fact, a few scraps of teal, turquoise, and green fabric can be easily seen braided through his handwraps and shemagh.

Following the Dark Elf

While out on, what you can only assume are his rounds, he travels through the south of Sandpoint, along the dockworks, piers, and gangs in the more seedy side of town. He solemnly greets the elven people on his route exchanging pleasantries with most about the recent events and upcoming star movements. Many of the non-elven populace tend to give him a wide berth, but you notice it is likely more for his forboding appearance, as opposed to some kind of reputation. This can be confirmed on the faces of most you witness whom tend to gawk more than scrutinize.
One individual who seems to stiffen in his presence is Jubbaryl Vhiski, though. A tall, dark, and roguishly handsome Varisian man whom seemingly haunts the dingy hole-in-the-wall that is the Fatman's Feedbag, Jubaryl is not one to back down or shy away from anyone or anything. Many rough and tumble individuals frequent the Feedbag and add to the seedy interior of this small tavern at all hours of the day.
Seated at the furthest-back table, his conversation with Kai is very quick and quiet. Just by the nature of the bar's layout you can easily observe the two as short pleasantries are exchanged in hushed tones. Kai'Lyn never lets his attention stray from the, now statuesque, man. Reduced to a pair of wandering eyes on a mannequin, the rogue of the Southend obviously knows what the wrapped elf is capable of. Before leaving, Kai'Lyn takes Jubaryl's hand in his and proceeds to profess what seems to be his thanks over a painful amount of time. All the while the tone changes and you can see the colour drain from Jubaryl's face as he swallows hard and leans in, straining to hang the dark elf's every word. Cloak up, he turns and begins a route through the tavern and towards the door; passing by and presenting his arm to you, his weight and intentions towards the door. Any attempt to survey the silent tavern now is met with averted glances, solemn nods, and awkward coughs.
Other than the Feedbag, the only other establishment that Kai visits is the Pillbug's Pantry. A large, greasy man with what seems like a permanent scowl greets Kai with a wry smile before clocking you and averting his gaze and beckoning the dark elf in for a private conversation.

Note the typical darkling...