A tall being stands before you in a robe of black velvet. He stands silently watching you. His face is lean, hawk-lined, with no hint of feeling. But for a single brief line curving faint beside a corner of his mouth. His eyes are cool, deepening into a shadowed green. One of his hands lays atop his staff, the other held in a form of neutrality. She is in excellent condition.
Wielding : a Gnarled Staff.
Detect Magic
Zadok the Elder appears to be surrounded by: A faint numbus of orc. A black aura of gnome. Womple on little frog, womple on.