Looking at the longboat with some distaste, Aethon very gingerly climbs aboard, trying to keep as close to the center of the small craft as possible.  "Well, there's one other benefit to what happened to me I hadn't considered: my center of gravity is lower, so I won't be near as dangerous to have in something like this.  Still don't think it's a good idea in general though."  Stepping up to the dock as quickly as is convenient, he watches the interaction between Aanna and her uncle with what passes for a slight smile on his face.<br/><br/>Following her gaze to the pair of newcomers, he suspects that either some of the port's only non-majority race inhabitants saw them coming and wanted company, or that they want something in regards to the group.  Although he doesn't know who (or what) they were supposed to be meeting here, the appearance of a harpy this far from Droam while on a job originally set in motion by another is just a little too much of a coincidence for him.