You meet General Naviron his elf dad along with his soldiers who all wear seahorse necklaces, in a society that worships them as god like fathers carrying spirits, ghosts of their unborn children under their skin, feminized bodies, womanly muscles, androgynous looking, or at least chubby hairy dad bods as the necklaces made them carry their wives or girlfriends children under their skin as Naviron spoke up “are you gonna help me lieutenant or keep starring at the hands and feet sticking out my skin head to toe?”