Abylus tries her best to not shield her eyes from the horribly bright light of the sun and ends up letting her bangs partially cover her eyes for a very slight protection. She meanders her way toward that obnoxious banging sound with the crowd partly to see what is going on, and mostly just to blend in. She lingers at the edge of the crowd and the square, not wanting to mingle too closely with so many people. In a nearby window she sees a reflection of herself, her fake self. Her real form would stand out here and so she opted to take on a less conspicuous form. Her short red hair hangs over her ears and down her neck, not quite to her shoulders. The skin she now wears is pale, but not the pallid gray of her natural form she would much rather be wearing. Looking at her false reflection she can't help but smile at the green eyes staring back at her. She blended in so long as she wore this guise, so she had just started to grow to like it.<br/><br/>Looking back out toward the crowd she scans the area where the ringing is coming from with squinted eyes. Dreadful sun. She would need to figure out a way to fix this dreadful photo phobia of hers. Seeing the cleric continuing to summon forth the citizens, she wanders about the square observing people and idly listening to their gossip. On her circuit around the square she finds herself envying what looks like a drow woman with a shade around her eyes. What was another denizen of the underground doing up here? She had never seen one of the dark elves before, but the woman was impressive and clearly could use magic. Wishing she could cloud her eyes from this oppressive sunlight had her give a slight jealous glare to the lucky elf before she kept moving. Another interesting sight however stopped her in her tracks. How she has missed a tauric dragon woman before was beyond her. Worse, she was staring at the woman in amazement. She had never seen such a sight before, and it showed on her dumbfounded expression.