"Land!" the Thangor yelled, and echoes of the word followed across the ships. The waves were calm this day, and the Thangors well rested. Hardy men and women hauled sails and made ready to make berth. 5 ships made for war and speed began to slow, the typical size of a small Fyrd. They carried 500 men in all (not including the full time sailors), as well as 10,000 pounds of various kinds of ore and weapons to give their scaly and honorable friends from the land of Kashar!  

Gerti Brimrad, heiress to the Thane of clan Brimrad, gazed upon this strange land. The wind of the sea swept through her thick auburn hair, storm blue eyes thoughtful and considering. Her father had always told her that the Lizardfolk of Kashar could be trusted, and she believed him. But She had never set foot there herself before. Old Grimbold, the Warden of the ship, stepped forward, putting a hand on the lass's shoulder. "Ye ready to meet our allies, girl?" 

"Honored, of course." she said, stoic. Her face gave a smile she couldn't help when she looked at the man she had grown to know as something near to a grandfather. 
"The men are too, for this is a sister land to ours, no matter how odd it might seem." Grimbold responded, smiling back.

The great ships were slowly beached upon the shores, ropes leading into the sea were ready to pull them back by a system of weights at a moments notice. The men began hauling the Ore and weapons onto the decks, and heralds were sent out to the gathering of the Kashar clans to give greetings and to make merry!
[@Lauder]