It's Not What You Think It Is

They didn't stop once they started moving. Behind Queen Sylvia, a dozen of her attendant guards fell into step as an escort, keeping pace with their Queen. 

As for Laz, he was ignored by all of them, something he didn't mind.

Out of the back of the palace, down some stairs, across several open courtyards and along miles of roads they walked until they finally came upon a massive archway of a gate, formed out of roots of the massive mother tree.

There were more attendants waiting for them, dressed in their almost transparent attire with veils covering their faces. But there were also more of the white dressed, bare legged ones with white masks upon with a silver tree rested.