Swift, strong, and selfless, the centaurs are the shields of the Conclave.

Chimney sweeps, explorers of abandoned buildings, spire climbers . . . goblin spelunkers have found countless niches within Ravnica's metropolis.

All it knows is the difference between friend and food.

Nullstone absorbs and dampens most forms of magical energy, as well as light, sound, and heat.

"We mourn our dead. We shroud our dead. We bury our dead. Too often, it seems, we must kill our dead again."
—Grazda, veteran armorer

"Drakes embody the worst of Ravnica: great potential, twisted by selfishness and greed."
—Razia

Citizens of Ravnica stick to the main streets. Shortcuts may look tempting, but down each alley, dozens of hungry hands await, and screams do not carry into the busy market throng.

They are the voice of the wild, crying out with nature's fury and bringing forth its primeval might.