Some of these naga were courageous enough to touch and prod Crow, letting out soft croons and gasps. Exchanging looks, giggling, quite the peculiar beings, these humans. And not all the naga were tall, the adults were, but the ones that looked in their mid-teens were roughly his suze, and there were even younger, and smaller, naga examining him.
"They are my servants," she replied with a soft shrug. "Excuse them. Most of them never even heard of a human," a soft chuckle followed her words.