Chorgil

'Tell me about him.'
'He's the Blue Elf. The picture is not very good. He has black hair and very blue eyes. He wears a black butterfly mask and he has two vibrant green swords, the Twin Blades of Grass.'
'What's he like?'
Vechus shrugged. 'He's fast. He... I guess his problem is that he has no moral center.'
'I'm not sure I follow.'
'Right and wrong are things he is just learning. It's because he's not human. He's a dancer.'
'A dancer? How is dancing involved?'
'If I kill you I know if it's right or wrong. I might do it even if it's wrong but I won't do it out of whimsy. Chorgil makes his decisions as if he was dancing on air to some music only he can hear.'
'Capricious?'
'Not by design.'
'That sounds terribly unreliable.'
'It is. Dancers are attractive clowns. He's dangerous. He takes people up into the sky.'
'Oh. What then?'
'They come down.'