Ren walked through crowds that gathered in her way along the docks. She looked around for the time, and had to lean over some sort of dwarf to glance at his wristwatch. She was very late! Speeding up Rena tried her best to look graceful as she sped walked down boardwalks and towards the meeting place. Just before she reached the small group, she stopped to adjust her appearance. With her gloved hand she adjusted her whiskers, fluffing them out a bit and making sure they were symmetrical. She also combed through her light tan fur and fluffed out her ears a bit. Catching her breath, Rena tugged at the bottom of her black blouse, and looked over her breeches (an uncommon article choice for the upstanding Caxerion females.) Her hand reached down and grabbed the hilt of a thin sword that was strapped to her waist, she didn't intend on pulling it out, but it was a nervous habit of hers.

Sighing, Rena gulped and took a step forward. Slung over one shoulder was a small backpack, and in her left hand was a lyre made from wood and a turtle shell, with thin strings reaching from it like a harp. She stepped to the group, letting out a soft smile before bowing (also unusual for females of her race, who usually curtsied). "Hello! I hope I'm not too behind. Pleasure to meet you." She stood straight again and smiled politely, adjusting the backpack over her shoulder.