Cyan and her party stood out like a sore thumb in the Qodinian village. The moment they'd appeared at the entrance to town, a hush fell amongst the young Qodins that were gathered at the edge of town, practicing magic spells. Cyan blamed the armor. If they had worn regular clothes, they wouldn't have been so conspicuous. Instead, she whispered to her party as they began to walk into town.
"Don't make any sudden moves. Just follow me and keep your eyes open."
After a while, she pulled the hood of her cloak down and untied her purple hair to let it flow, then walked a few meters ahead of the soldiers. She didn't want to be associated with the party in case the Qodins became hostile. But no one came near them. Despite literally being at Niznja's doorstep, the Qodins were still afraid of
