Thorax was the first to exit the back streets from their hidden location, emerging into the crowded street before her and looking up and down impassively. Changelings of every shell colour imaginable could be seen, obscured and confused by the various mane and tail colours of the civilians. Guards denoted by helmets of moulded onyx and iron stood out from their lessers by their brutish distinction, their wicked spears held ready as they eyed the bustling mob suspiciously.