Nearly 100 beings stood rank and file, organized into multiple orderly rows, with Glacia/Faelar, Nyria, Ellewen, and Famitil in the front row.
Behind them were the collective of Varnithms, males, females, young and old; their numbers weren't nearly as "physically" impressive as their furry companions further back, but with 52 of the light Blueskin elves taking up residence in the Cavern, they were the main workforce of his Territory.
Garrison Men, or soldiers, whatever you may want to call them, craftsmen, healers, children, families, everyone present had a job that leaned toward their expertise.
There were Tailors, builders, a single blacksmith, scholars, teachers, warriors, rangers, butchers, farmers, and, yes, even merchants. As for the children, well, of course, their only job was to live happy childhoods, going to school for part of the day and playing the rest.
