The purple one glanced down at the paper and began taking notes. She’s some kind of official, he decided. Maybe the stars on her side were badges of rank. Probably she’d started with the star in the center, and more had been added as her rank increased. He’d have to keep an eye out for others. The guards he’d seen on the beach all had a single star at the center of their chests, so maybe that was what the footsoldiers got. Their armor had covered their hips, so he’d been unable to see if they had any kind of marking there, but he guessed they would—so far he hadn’t seen any pony who didn’t.