The sun was yet rising, the day was young and filled with possibilities. Zarriia looked at the imposing cliff side and frowned with a puzzled expression. [i]"My name is Aquilan. May I know yours?"[/i] The words broke her concentration upon the dunes of sand and the many scraps of boats. They would need better shelter, a steady source of food. And various other things. Glancing back at the elf, her face looking rather young and blankly open for a small second before her eyes sharpened and her lips twitched down in a frown.

What good would her name do them? But then again it was a civil thing. She grumbled a Drowish curse, turning back to look at the dunes. Stalking off across the dunes. "Zarriia Ma'doc." Not looking for a reply she walked, taking note of ships and dismissing fire wood. Looking for more supplies and weapons. Or access to more ships, or other little cubbies hidden amongst the dunes of the beach.