Judging from how she felt, Iolaires face must have been as green as her eyes. As this had been her first time at sea, the voyage had been anything but easy. Even though sailing from the old world to the new had felt like an eternity, she didn't remember much; just the never-ending ups and downs and the countless times she'd been sick over the railing. She had wished so many times for dry land, but she didn't feel very happy now that she'd found it. In fact, the only thing she felt at the moment was sick.

She swallowed sour spit as the commander spoke, trying her best to steel her face and not to barf all over his shiny boots. The others seemed to be fine, or at least very good at pretending so. All she could think of was getting something to eat that wasn't covered in salt or mold. It made her even more sick, thinking of food, but she was so furiously hungry that she couldn't stop herself. First food, then sleep. In a bed. With a mattress. Maybe even a pillow. Yes, that'd do it.

The commander finished talking, but Iolaire hadn't really been listening. She'd just follow the others. There were other people here as well. A mage called Jile, and a creature the commander had called a "local" that introduced itself as Mizzie. It spoke Imperial well enough, but with a strange accent. She nodded to them both.

"I'm Iolaire." she mumbled while quenching a burp, "A pleasure."