Aro took a deep breath when he stepped onto solid ground. Finally, he was off that cursed ship. He hoped that there would be significantly less boat rides in his future. Aro looked around, holding tight to his papers. Within the hour was a bit of time, but he didn't want to be late. First impressions were everything and the last thing he wanted was to be seen as tardy and unorganized. 

Aro skirted around people best he could, only knocking into a couple people as he made his way. His tall and slim figure made it easy to get around and see where he was going. Just another reason he was glad he wasn't short. Plus, no one took you seriously if you were shorter than them. Aro remembered the countless days of ridicule when he was child. He didn't grow as fast as the other boys and honestly feared he'd be tiny forever. 

When Aro stepped into the citadel, he made b-line to where he was needed. He hoped if he got there before the board maybe he would be seen faster and could go out and explore his new environment without being late. That was the hope anyway.