Alysia stepped lightly off the boat, it's elven captain left shaking his head.  "You do not need to do this, Ally..." He said but corrected himself at the look.  "Alysia." She smiled at him, a saddened look that held no warmth at least to the passing sailors who gawked at the unearthly beauty of the 4'11 silver haired female.  She raised an arched eyebrow over her almond shaped amber eyes. "I cannot stay with you any longer either, Rynant, and you know why..." He countered, "We will not stay, you will be stranded here.." He let the threat trail off and was completely surprised when with a simple step the girl, light purple midriff top, skirt and those ugly yellow slippers simply faded into the dirty mass of sailors and others.  He saw a glimpse of her worn backpack before it too was gone.<br/><br/>Alysia moved so fluidly, so ghostly that no passing body or floating grim left it's mark on her.  They saw her and marveled at her but she was gone well before her passing could be hindered.  She heard those she passed talk about this place or that but she already knew her destination.  The Pelican Down.  There she would find adventurers, there would be her next group.  She shook her head sadly, she hoped they would be worthy.<br/><br/>Alysia blinked at the owlbear outside the inn.  It was clearly tamed but she had no interest in finding out more besides wondering who would be able to do such.  The answer appeared in the form of a nearly 7 foot bugbear standing near the bar, the rest of the inn forgotten as Alysia gazed at the size of her and the fact that no one else was running away.  She took in the rest of the bar before making her was to the bar.  She touched her throat for moment, a soft plea and suddenly she could understand the words being whispered or said as she passes others (comprehend languages).  She finally made it to the bar, watching the two converse from several stools away so as to not appear rude.