Annabeth is wearing a vest. It smells like mothballs and it's a deep green that matches some of the uniforms marching in.
“Don’t look like soldiers standing on file,” Says one of the first people, with a smirk, “it looks suspicious. Annabeth Williams, right?
“Yes. Sir…?”
“Louis Howard,” the man says sounding genuinely surprised that she wouldn’t know.
Sensing the awkward the woman next to him to steps in. “Dawn Bright, I know, my parents are weird,” she says offering her a hand which Annabeth shakes, she proceeds to do the same with the others. “And I believe these are your grand-nephews, Henrique and Gabriel. And the Vaesteri triplets...”
“Oh, the infamous Vaesteri triplets?” Louis asks with a good-natured smirk. It’s not really a question.
“And of course, Ari Cain,” she offers her hand.
Behind her the green-coded contingent finishes walking in, four people not counting Dawn and Louis. They are followed by people wearing a different kind of clothes. Layered robes in the same style, but in different colors, three deep crimson, one crimson-gold, one black and one black-gold. All with very varied skin-tones. The one wearing crimson-gold is tall. Taller than Katur and much older-looking. His skin looks like the darkest possible shade for a human being and contrasts strongly with his white beard and hair. He is the only white-haired person in the room.
He strides forward and accidentally bumps into one of the green-uniforms who reacts with extreme embarrassment. But the tall man reassures her quickly. Despite the presence he stands at the edge of the group and waits.