A figure - seemingly in his early to mid teens - stood on the side, eyes shadowed by long, almost supernaturally soft black hair. His outfit was odd, as well, and his ears were longer than that of a human, shaped differently as well. He seemed to almost resembled the 'elves' you'd see in the majority of fantasy books. As if to compliment that, in his left hand, the boy wielded a small book wrapped in fancy leather, the white pages filled to the brim with neat, fancy scrawling. After the minor pause, the boy began walking once more, his coat moving with the breeze.
"Come along, servant..." His voice, albeit young and vaguely emotionless, held a tint of amusement as he said 'servant'. Obviously, he had been using that word a lot to address the accomplice behind him. It was to annoy her, after all.