[Aynia]

The Dock Master was entirely consumed by ledgers. The amount of ships coming in and out and supplies being offloaded and transported since the breach of Aimsir made her old eyes cross. Muttering to herself she didn't notice the young man come through the door. He cleared his throat loudly and pulled at his collar, nervous because he knew he was about to lay yet more work at her feet. "Ma'am? I have news that is somewhat urgent. The Bloody Fleet have arrived. Their flagship was just spotted and they should be here within a matter of hours. The fleet is sizable, at least 50 ships from our estimate. I imagine they'll send in a convoy with their representative."

The Dock Master sighed and pushed back her chair from the battered but loved desk she'd been working on and turned her attention to more pressing matters than figures. She looked over at her assistant and pursed her lips a moment, her agile brain immediately making a list of tasks. "Then we need to be ready to meet them, shouldn't we? It's a large fleet, and though I assume they left fully stocked, they surely will eventually need provisions from Bastion. Send out messengers, let the Queen know they have arrived, and let the Chamberlain know that we will be sleeping... more than a few of the Fleets people. As for their arriving at the docks, I shall be there to greet them personally."

A few hours passed and the large dinghy was spied coming to dock. The Dock Master made her way to where the party would land and stood with her hands behind her back. She cut an impressive figure, tall, broad, and somewhat imposing with her tight bun and no nonsense attitude. She was aged and wise, but still young at heart and strong in body, and she kept her staff in line with an iron hand. She was respected for her leadership, and held the loyalty of her crew of dockhands. Her face was hard yet welcoming, for she knew her visitors must be weary. She waited for the dinghy to come to dock and stepped forward a few paces, hands still behind her back.

"Welcome to Bastion, may you find everything you seek in our wonderous capital. My name is Eileen Oshall, and I am the Dock Master here. I'd like to welcome you personally and get you on your way to where you're going. Just leave someone behind, this is going to take some paperwork." She chuckled to herself.  "So what can this old woman do for you?"