Izurich
ButtsnBalls
Shu
The journey across the waters was, in a word, unpleasant. Georgia had never even seen the sea before, even less board a boat. She would wander below decks for most of their travel, doing her best to put the rocking of the ship out of mind to ease her stomach. The company of others with such wild histories and personalities would have soothed her but the weight of iron shackles kept her grounded to the situation. From time to time, Georgia sought the company of her Elven friend, Vél, and share her thoughts. Such as leaving Henry back at the sanctuary for some other orders.
Docking at Haev, the group was ordered along in an organized manner. What Georgia didn't expect was the jeering of the crowds, nearly toward anyone closest to the crowd, but she managed to miss the attention of most of their harsh words due to the appearances of her acquaintances. This didn't stop her cheeks from feeling warm, however, and she attempted to focus on the reactions of the crew. Some were seemingly unaffected, others visibly shaken. This gave her mixed feelings as they were all very intimidating people to someone like Georgia. She would allow a quiet sigh once her bonds were released, rubbing her wrists gently.
A hint of disappointment at the sight of the Order's living arrangements. Georgia had grown accustomed to the relatively nice lifestyle of guards, feather beds, and, well, the lack of her life being in danger. There were men and women that were passably happy with where they were, and she couldn't help but watch as people sparred and she believes she had spied someone with some kind of game board. A group of cloaked figures huddled around with tomes and other probably magical devices, forming a mental note to check that out later.
As the group was ushered into one of the larger tents that Georgia had ever seen, an official man introduced himself as their Captain. She eyed him closely until he mentioned her name, forcing her heart to skip a beat and eyes to stare at her feet briefly. She intended to listen, really she did, but a sense of embarrassment washed over her as she believed others' eyes were upon her. It wasn't until others of her group started to speak up that she realized the man was done talking and likely expected some answer. The strange man with the mask made more of a show than anyone, but when the Captain's eyes went over her she could only nod.
The loyalties of the group seemed genuine yet temporary. Everyone here will likely take the first opportunity to leave.