Nodding in return to the elven woman, and bowing lightly to the newly arrived gentlemen, Apsara shared the information she had been given by the Captain. "Our Captain has confided that a messenger has been sent into Hope. The current head of state will be arriving soon to greet us." She did not share the same enthusiasm as the others apparently, but she would speak not of it yet. The ruins of a bastion was an ill omen, Apsara's sharp mind already getting into the statistics of what kind of force would be required to take such a building down and decimate the population of the town. Sure the indigenous species of Escha Island was hostile to the Kingdom's frail grasp on this land. Clever planning would be needed to shore up suitable defenses and create an economy in Hope that would be able to fund a new fort and the army to defend it. The woman's dark eyes gleaned all the information they could about the town while the gentlemen chatted.