How can you not? He walks with a limp [ a very slight one ] and his eyebrows cover like, his whole face.

[ More like just his eyes, but you know. Distinguishing marks. ]

But a name will be simple enough, depending on how he feels about elves. And if we stall him before he remembers he left the building unlocked, a break-in won't even be necessary.

[ Her own yawn doesn't get stifled with any degree of success, and she sighs on the exhale. Turns her attention to her handsome companion and quirks a brow. ]

What's your poison tonight?