Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

Hardwall began to move out of his seat and stand up with Magaga as she tried to explain the situation, and Hardwall was prepared for all outcomes, including Magaga acquiescing to leave without further incident. Hardwall immediately prioritized carrying out exactly that to the best of his ability, which meant not provoking the bouncers further. But as Hardwall glanced towards Magaga to keep aware, he spotted that her eyes were no longer the hazel of Magaga, but the solid milky-white of Tam. The situation was getting to her, and her control was slipping. It wouldn't exactly be a disaster if everyone discovered that she was a changeling, everyone in Sharn knew many changelings lived among them of the three red-light districts in Sharn, one was famous for being almost entirely populated with changelings, some who even walked openly in their true forms. But Hardwall knew that Tam was one of the many changelings who preferred their public identities to remain disassociated with their true nature, to better slip between the facets of society when it suited her. To that end, Hardwall took the initiative to help preserve her nature, so that she wouldn't have to abandon this particular identity and spend time crafting a new one. We are retreating peacably, maintain ceasefire. Hardwall declared as he moved his immense bulk around to Magaga, where he leaned slightly towards her to shield her from everyone else with his body, as he also used one of his huge hands to conceal her head and face, while he rested the other on Magaga's shoulder to help steer her towards the exit. And though his hand was formed of stone, metal, and wood, his contact with her was firm but gentle in a way that one wouldn't expect from a construct without meeting them before. He listened to her trying to evaluate the situation, but she quickly descended into confused uncertainty. Do not change. Maintain. Hardwall said in a faint, muted voice without moving his jaw, the warforged equivalent of a whisper. The bouncers and some of the other bar patrons watched the duo head towards the door, but no one blocked their way or pursued them. Then they were back out on the bridge-streets, with the towers of Sharn rising all around them. Hardwall straightened up a bit, but his hand remained on Magaga's shoulder and he marched behind her, guiding her to stay on course towards home. After a time of walking, after which Hardwall was confident MagagaTam had gotten ahold of herself again, he removed his hand from her and marched at her side instead of behind her. Hardwall looked down and sideways at his employer while he walked. While he did what he considered his job, he knew it was his fault that they got kicked out of the bar that Tam wanted to visit. I must apologize, Commander. Hardwall said. I perhaps could have carried out my duty to safeguard you with more subtlety, instead of instigating the skirmish that has led to you being evicted from the establishment you wished to enjoy a social evening in. Normally, the warforged spoke in either monotone or deadpan unless intimidating someone or in battle, but there was actually some inflection in his voice this time, which was fairly rare. Since his sculpted face was incapable of forming any kind of expression, that hint in his voice was enough to reveal that he was feeling genuinely contrite and remorseful.