The majority of the tent’s occupants observed him openly. Slowly, however, the tension eased, and conversations began anew once the human got his drink and made no sign of ill intent. Once he was not under constant scrutiny, Handy eyed the occupants in turn. There were a few… oddities. For one thing he saw what looked like a small griffon, except with a pony head. He thought perhaps it was some griffon hybrid like the hippogriffs he had run into, but the proportions were off and the distinct lack of foreclaws instead being replaced with proper leonine paws. The chest piece it wore was banded steel in segments meeting together in the front, tinted brown and framed by sloped shoulder guards that curved around the back of its neck, down its withers and up and outwards into points. What looked to be long stemmed fleur de lis on either guard was indented into the metal.