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The long ocean voyage had treated Vélaneah better than many of her fellow Arrivals; the sea sang to her, and while some had spent the storm puking helplessly over the side she had spent the night in a state of detached enchantment, listening to something only another cryomancer could be expected to hear. The ship drawing closer to shore was thus, for her, less of a relief than a burden. On went the shackles - a pointless gesture to security on the open seas - and the Lieutenant was suddenly playing most-in-sight once more. To Vélaneah, the rising tide of anger as Haev's citizens took one look at their supposed protectors was perfectly understandable and she simply nodded in sympathy amid the cacophony. The damage done, the Lieutenant saw about removing their shackles and the quiet and slight elf rubbed at her wrists to restore the warmth to them. 

Vél was content to trail along at the back of the group as they were hustled along, watching each of her new friends curiously during the introduction. She knew of dear Georgia's issues in Vernthouth of course, but who was the the revolutionary? Who the murderers? Her grey eyes returned to study the human Captain closely as he laid out his terms, flickering to each of the others as they accepted but always returning to him. A studious man. A courteous man, for a human. He seemed reasonable, though her hand still felt his brisk handshake.

[color=6ecff6]"Yes,"[/color] she said at last, emerging from the back of the group after most of the others had spoken. [color=6ecff6]"Yes, we have an accord and I will answer to you during our time here."[/color] She half-smiled, a subtle flicker of a dimple and gone. [color=6ecff6]"Yet - the time will come when I wish to leave, and I know that others among my friends feel the same. This is not my land, though I will help to make it a better. What is our path to return home with honour?"[/color]

She had never accepted the notion that any of her actions [i]required[/i] redemption, for they were all done for those she owed loyalty and returned it in kind. Yes she had been caught out and branded a traitor for her actions... yet that was not wholly unintended either. Better she draw the fire's heart upon herself than leave it to consume all that she had worked for. 

[color=6ecff6]"Also,"[/color] the short woman said at last, drawing back her green hood to expose more of her features as she bearded the Captain directly. [color=6ecff6]"Do you know what it is you would have us do? Or is more initiative required of us, to find those who hold the key to Haev and sway them to support the Order and its ends here independent of your direction?" [/color]

She had spoken her piece. She would not fade into the background again, not here. Instead she found her place, standing between Stravi and Georgia. Both friends she had spoken with during the voyage, before the storm came down upon them.