The helmed one pokes his companion in the back again, "Best that I take him back, lest you chance meet with someone and natter on, taking forever to get back." The unhelmed one grins and elbows him back with no sign of rancor, "Just because my company is desired by many..." The helmed one snorts, then reaches up and does something with his helm. It... folds unexpectedly, retracting away from his neck and ears. He then lifts it off, and flicks his ears in relief. Apparently, the helm is a fair representation of his face, complete with short horns, the nose, and tusks.
You try not to stare overtly. The unhelmed one snaps his fingers with a metallic clang, "My helm, be right back!" The other rolls his eyes and as his friend races back loudly up the stairs mutters something about his friend forgetting his head if it wasn't attached, and runs his gauntleted fingers through his mane. The first returns, not out of breath, you notice, carrying his helm. You see that blind metal of his helm also is a fair representation of his face, leading you to recall the others who left the gate earlier.
"Good merchant, if you will be so good as to follow me?" The guard turns towards the gate.