There were at least three ladies in waiting, or so Handy guessed when he spotted the gaggle of chatting griffons directly behind her, what looked to be another two… three… five personal servants carrying baggage, at least as many guards and, to Handy’s surprise, one of the Firthengarian knights in their distinctive plate armour. He knew it to be lighter yet stronger than that worn by soldiers in Gethrenia and, in keeping with true Firthengarian metalcrafting tradition, was ridiculously detailed, but no less effective for it.