Aria walked down the docks, not in much of a hurry. She could that the boat was still there, and she knew she was in the right place due to the rather bright banner that hung across the dock. They must have completely refurnished the place, because she never remembered the docks being this clean. Then again, these docks were new, so they should be clean, but never underestimate the power of the filth the sailors brought back. 

Aria glanced over at one of the sailors and inwardly grimaced. He was huge, but it looked like that didn't do him any good if his looks had anything to say about him. It wasn't that he was ugly, Aria would never judge someone because of their looks, or she tried not to. But the man was in horrible condition, With a pasty, almost grey skin, a scowl that sported a row full of crooked yellow teeth, save for his front two, which were missing. He had bruises on his arms and over his eye, and his lip was puffy and crusted with dry blood. His hair came out in tufts, as if some had been ripped out. Aria sent him a sympathetic smile as she passed, only to receive a snarl in return. Humans weren't received well here, nor anywhere Aria had been so far.

Aria grinned as she stepped towards the figures on the end of the dock, standing by a rather large boat. "'Ey there. Mr. Mathien, right? Nice ship." She gave a whistle before looking over at the other two at the dock. One was an elf in his older years, sporting a long beard. The other was a girl who seemed to be the same age as Aria herself, but she didn't entirely trust her judgement, looks could be deceiving. "'Ello. Oh, my name's Aria. Nice to meet you all!" She grinned warmly as she put her hands on her hips, fingers brushing against the hilt of her sword.