I went to move next to her as she inspected the plaque of the Elder for the Court of Balsamic, Emira, but was stopped when I heard the scrabbling of footsteps. My head turned towards the sound to see a young Feyling who couldn’t have been older than seven, the darker gray skin covered occasionally with small scales and tiny horns, running with increasing fear in their eyes. Their clothes were rather worn, simple with black silk trousers and a leather vest. They blinked forward in a trail of black when two guards came into view. One of the guards was a Satyr with his double joined furry legs and hooves while the other guardsman had a red hue to their skin and a slim tail but didn’t look to have any other features. Their armor was made of Adamantine and had slight peach color frills that drooped from the pauldrons and chestpiece. The armor itself was solid with a few enchantments on them for protection and cleanliness. The symbol of the world tree that represented the Fey people as a whole was normal, but the Triquetra in the center was odd for the everyday guardsmen armor, but could have changed over time. "