The blue-fleshed woman on any ship along her latest journey had not only turned heads but caused a near-riot and mutiny among the crews.

Not only a woman on their ship, but a bald-headed and blue-skinned one at that!

Isa Soran was in a lovely mood though by the time the last of the ships had docked back into the port of RhyDin's harbor. The men stayed clear as she carried the leather bags and packs for herself down the planks to the piers below.

Why the men were a bit more harried than usual would be here secret. Hers and the Sovran of her homeland, that is.

Leathery wings beat against the air somewhere above. A slender, willowing beautiful man with a bow passed her - perhaps of Elven blood, and a tall brutish male with tusks curling out of his mouth against his snout were all seen within the span of a few minutes of her moving from the docks and along the main street through the city.

She was definitely back in RhyDin. Time to unpack and see to the serving of a few drinks and writing of a few overdue missives to her Lady Sovran.