White, wavy hair almost fully covers a lean, worried face. Shuttered sapphire eyes, set a-symmetrically within their sockets, watch enthusiastically over the river they've cared for for so long.
A large beard graciously compliments his nose and leaves a pleasurable memory of his adventurous love life.

This is the face of Hagmere Wildoak, a true winner among wood elves. He stands tall among others, despite his thin frame.

There's something misleading about him, perhaps it's his sense of comradery or perhaps it's simply his clumsiness. But nonetheless, people tend to ask him for favors, while commending him for his deeds.