'Fuck me, I could kiss that changeling... right after I strangle her for leaving me completely alone and unguarded!' There was the sound of more hooves, heavier than the foals, clambering onto the cart, and the top of the crate opened, revealing the evening sunlight, a tree whose branches were mostly emptied of their fiery-coloured leaves, and the apologetic smile of Charity Bell, Thorax's chosen guise.