"I said get lost!" an elderly-seeming changeling hissed as it emerged from the back room with unsteady movements, grey beard with flecks of white, white swept back mane that seemed to be receding, and a cropped tail. His eyes were covered though. Handy had now long associated that with guardedness with lings. It was strange to see an old changeling. Hell, it was still strange to imagine they had eyes under those plate covers and that they could grow hair. Guess that was what happened when your earliest encounters were with military changelings.