A small halfling dressed in simple dark gray leathers and armed with a multitude of daggers drops lightly out of a tree in the forest and slinks into the clearing. His face is almost girlish, and he seems almost washed out himself. His features are nondescript, unrememberable. A small blackened buckler floats at his side.
He simply walks to the edge of the group eyes dancing among them, no words or sounds pass as he moves.
He stands at the edge of the gather ing of peoples, nodding to those who make eye contact or acknowledge him.
Disguise Spot DC 30 to see his true nature as a pixie.