Calamity nodded towards Feng's words, letting a hint of a smile fall across his face. Oh, it's been so many years since I've been as chipper as him. He reminds me of the days when I was shadowing Court Officials...eager to charge at any opportunity and pretending to be strong and powerful. Going headfirst into a world I thought was full of light and beauty. He took another glance at Feng, before following him towards a clearing of maples. The sound of water trickled nearby, and his armor reflected the red leaves to give a pale, pink tint. Feng instantly began changing, going towards the brook and splashing water over his face.
Calamity took a spot away from Feng, and took off his armor. His saddlebag was already relatively full, filled with supplies, an assortment of weapons, and tactical clothes. He reached inside and pulled out a ragged cloak sown out of hemp cloth. It's edges were faded and tan, with rips at the seams and trails of thread. Like I came from the rougher parts of city. He took a few sips of water from the brook, relishing the sweet taste of fresh water. Then, he took a handful of dirt and mud, and began rubbing it all over himself and the golden armor. He took out a second, collapsible saddlebag from his first one and dumped his dirty armor inside. With two saddlebags stocked, he deliberated his method of travel. Can I carry all this? Perhaps it would be better to wear some of my gear, leave the clothes and inexpensive materials for the saddlebags lest any thieves find us. He took out several toolbelts, and tool pouches, cleverly hiding a variety of small weapons. He took out a compass, a few pouches of various chemicals, and a canteen. He strung them onto a string and dangled it from his neck, donned his toolbelts and pouches across his body, and piled his two saddlebags onto his back. Wow...I look like a one-pony moving company. Combined with the dirt and matted look...I really do think I could pull this off.
He stepped from the grove, letting his left hindleg drag behind as he walked...and blinked. Feng was nearly unrecognizable. He looked like some sort of city punk, run out of the competition for the Watchers due to his rebellious nature. His purple spikes shone in the sun, a bark contrast to Calamity's dirty appearance. "Master Feng, I think it is best if we came up with a different name to call me," his natural accent disappeared, replaced by a slur and southern drawl. "We wouldn't want anyone to catch any hints that the Royal High Censor of the Imperial Watch was in town."