A cloaked figure watched silently from nearby, leaning against a section of wall untouched by you or your magic he sighed, his cloak's crimson lining undulating like a sidewinder out in the desert, the cloak flapping in the breeze, and the white made it almost blinding under the hood, the figure could be made out to be rather young, 15, and male, but he wasn't human he had a snout from which fangs protruded from the upper lip, white fur over his face, ungloved hands, and bare paws that he had for feet, and on his head were a pair of horns, each an inch long, and his blue upon blue eyes ((because the pupils themselves were blue as well)) gazed upon the edgier figure, the left a startling contrast sitting within a black stripe of fur that broke the white over that area of his face, and he had rather large, long, and floppy goat ears ((because at this point you reasoned a goat seemed to be the best match)) he slowly padded towards you, a saber and dagger on his hip, each made of a silvery metal and emblazoned on the blades was a two-headed dragon crest, in which the dragon held a sword in its right talon, and a rose in it's left as it breathed fire from it's twin heads. he spoke in an unsurprisingly boyish voice which held a surprisingly regal and commanding yet sad and depressed note to it "Howdy"