Nowaru

Before the boy could figure anything out or even think, one of the city guards approached the carriage owner. - Who are you, sir? - he asked, suspiciously eyeing the rare animals.

"Judging by the inscription at the entrance, there's no need to talk about belonging to Elulu-Suen. But the suspicions about me that arose in Nosrenroth, here no one seems to care about them anyway."
Greetings, esteemed sir. I am Duke Rumke from Nosrenrot, also a water mage. I can also add that riding birds, although a foreign curiosity, are not dangerous.
At the same time, Rum Kon looked at the boy with an attentive and authoritative gaze, and the red fingers on his hand hinted that they were not bitten off by a sharp beak by mere chance.