He had almost reached the main gate when a convoy of staff cars pulled up beside it. The people who debarked were a wild mix of heights, weights, and builds, but almost all were norms. Tom only saw three elves and a dwarf; no goblin metatypes and no exotics. A good half of the crew were over or under the weight and height limits imposed on ordinary troopers. The combination of details told him that these were the Fort’s mages. Tom had no problem picking out Furlann from among them. Her auburn hair was long and flying loose, not regulation, but that was something else mages got away with. Getting closer, he saw that she still made BDUs look better than they had any right to. Tom didn’t disagree with Santiago’s attitude about Furlann’s desirability, just the captain’s expression of it. She was making directly for the gate.