Akara smiled as the crew man lowered the gangplank and secured the lines getting ready to deposit the ships passangers to shore. The playful sea breeze tossed back the hood of the cloak Akara had worn during the last part of the journey and whipped her long dark hair back, her tattoos gleaming on her face in the sunlight.<br/><br/>It wasn't home but there was always a bit of nostalgia for her coming back to main land Albion. Aurora was her home and she loved it dearly but it couldn't compare to the main land. Not to the trees, or the slight smell of industry in the air likely termed smog, but she loved the place all the same, at least for the first few weeks until home sickness starts to set in.<br/><br/>Stepping off the ship she made her way threw town stopping to take to a few old friends along the way but keeping conversations short, she wasn't here for pleasure. She made it to the castle in time to hear Storm's speech to the crowd. She smiled some what amused as she pulled pulled up the hood of her cloak hidding herself from view though anyone with a keen eyes would notice the desert style to entire outfit.<br/><br/>Slipped around the crowd she made her way into the castle where an eager staff member led her to Hobsen. She stripped off the cloak as the walked the heavy thing annoying her limiting her movements as it did.<br/><br/>Her hair settled around her shoulders, her tattoos glowing dimly in the low light and her clothing screaming her origins she walking to the room where Hobsen was talking to another one of kingdoms heroes Brand.<br/><br/>