Isis stood outside the Pantheon; a large group of men in plate armour stood there. In one hand, they held a sword, in the other a large shield with a design of wheat and a branding iron crossed over one another. Around them, the people of Danmor whispered to one another, wondering why the Panteon's soldiers were out on display, making sure to stay a good distance away from them.
Once again, she was reminded of the difference between Cras and Danmor. Where Cras made their soldiers the face of the system, people stripped of everything, left with identical blank masks, here they wore vibrant blue armour, which was almost more ceremonial than practical.
Isis looked up at Seth, who stared at everything with disdain. After a long debate, they decided to come, knowing that refusing would likely be worse off. Although she didn't know the city, Seth did and understood where power sat. His hatred for the people in charge didn't cloud his judgment in the end.
