The air was slightly chilled as the two figures on the beach would notice each other. Be it from an unseen breeze, or the rush of adrenaline accompanied with spotting a stranger on the shores of a cursed island that was now their prison. Zarriia would quickly pick up on the movement caused by this elf as Quil got to his feet. The drow could see and hear the water as it evaporated from Quil's boots and clothing. There was no doubt about this man having an magical affinity. 

Aquilan would see that this drow did not seem to concern herself with him, rather her small boat which appeared to have supplies aboard. He would witness her drink from a barrel, the sight of fresh water reminding him of just how thirsty he was. Aquilan would also note that this drow had a bow and several small daggers about her veiled appearance. From the quality, she was either a nobleman's daughter or a proficient killer. Given her drowish culture, she may very well be both. Either way, her back was presented at the distance of 30 yards for the short while she pulled the boat into the sand.