Although it was early yet, with the sun barely risen over the horizon, Niah had been awake for hours. A restless night had given way to a restless morning and she'd already gotten up to dress herself in some comfortable clothing for travel. The ship's cabin was small, but it did at least contain a desk and chair bolted to the wall. That was where she sat, scribbling notes on a piece of paper in an effort to calm her mind. She didn't understand her own feeling of uneasiness and had to assume that it was being projected by someone else on board the ship. It was odd, though, in its strength and the way it seemed to come from quite a distance away.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and Brom's voice filtering through. Had they really already arrived? She'd been so deeply distracted that she hadn't even noticed them dock. She stood and picked up her bag - not very large, it contained some clothing and her usual travelling supplies - and opened the door.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Brom," she said, her face not showing a great deal of emotion. "We can go in a moment. I'd like to thank the captain for the safe journey, first. Is he still aboard?"