It was a less than desirable situation given that things had started off so well. You see, when Crimson had promised her little tag along lings—who were surprisingly reliable, more so now that they realised their little Chrysalis-fan-club was distinctly unpopular these days—that she wouldn’t harm the city or the ‘innocent’ changelings who lived there, the same did not apply to its stalwart defenders. Not that her companions could complain. Crimson was all they had—they couldn't even find changelings of their ilk.