(Eh, sure, why not.)
Walking in the town was one that seemed to stick out, a brown changeling with an orange underbelly. He lacked wings, but his tail was orange as well. He was carrying something in his green magic, a bag of groceries of some sort. The most peculiar feature were the milky-white eyes he had.
He bumped right into Matias, and had something of a confused expression.
“Oh, ah, I apologize, sir or ma’am.” He said, looking at the leg instead of the person, still holding his bag in his magic.