<strong>"A queen? Oh no, just a diplomat."</strong>, the catfolk smiles, amused by such a thought,<strong>"These people are my entourage. They go with me most anywhere. Our shaman Didarra manages them though, she's good at that. Raka here is my bodyguard, she never leaves my side."</strong><br/>Twenty-eight catfolk followed her, most wearing fur trimmed armor with tall leather-clad shields and pronged spears. Sixteen females and twelve males, all healthy and alert. They sat upon the numerous carts and the other carriage, all drawn by ox-like beasts.