The sailors of the Jubilance had fallen silent, those in the rigging enjoying the sea breeze and lazing in the calm after their final maneuvers. Now, the noise came only from the water and the consorting travelers aboard. The ship had been set on its course, and bar docking the only thing left to do was to drift into port. Their transit was to be simpler than others', the ships that trailed after would need to wait for a clearing at the dock. Even in the mist, the tiny rowboats of the port authority could be seen skittering along the pier, heading out to the nearest ships. In a few minutes, the Jubilance had been given its own liaison from the authority, a trio of soldiers from the Corps. They came clad in the light gray, angular mail of the Pomrian military, missing helmets and very clearly missing their sea legs. Two of them, a man and a woman, wore feathered blue berets over their dark hair, denoting their status as officers. Silently, the male officer strode off down the deck towards the bridge, holding fast to the railing the whole way. 

The woman left behind took her time looking over the people on deck. A couple dozen, probably everyone on board and at least those intending to depart here. Her pale blue eyes, tinged almost lavender, sought out every detail, every hint of experience she could find on the people coming to her homeland, to leave their mark on it for better or worse. She smiled, done with gawking, and put her armored fist up in the air to call the attention of those still interested in the trio of newcomers. "On behalf of the Crown and my lord Hector II, I welcome you all to Pomria." She called, raising her voice in an attempt to speak out to the deck full of people. "Those of you who have come specifically to visit Bauchan forest are advised to register your presence at the office of the Containment Corps. Additionally, the Corps is always looking for hired hands. Private expeditions have occurred but only the government of Pomria is equipped to guarantee your safety within the woods. Regardless of where you find employment, I wish you all safe passage and good fortune in the country. That is all for your foreword. We will begin customs processing upon entering the docks, please make yourselves ready to move!" After that, the officer fell silent, leaving the deck to go back to its business as they passed the time until arrival. Safety was a relative word, and a shoddy promise. She'd just been stationed here, but the little talk she'd heard amongst the old hands was anything but positive. It was among her duties to change that.