in frazetta vision: The catfolk child darts around their parent, a bundle of energy wrapped in miniature steampunk attire. Their vest is a bit oversized, with mismatched brass buttons and tiny gears sewn haphazardly onto the pockets, while a pair of goggles sits askew atop their tufted ears. Their fluffy tail sways behind them as they bounce in their little boots, which clink with every step due to the tiny cog-like trinkets dangling from them. Clutching a wooden toy airship in one paw, their wide, curious eyes reflect the wonder of Sharn, taking in every clockwork contraption with an innocent fascination.