The ruckus seems to have attracted some attention; the changelings nearby are quietly watching, most of them not willing to interfere, but it isn't long before a woman comes up. She's dark-skinned, but even in the flickering fire light, it's obvious that her dreadlocks have been dyed in an array of colors, and her arms are bare, revealing tattoos of stars and broken chains. She carries herself with distinct authority, and there's definitely the feeling that people move out of her way as she comes close. "What's goin' on here?"