Upon arriving at the docks, Keela stepped out of the carriage, clad as any lady should, with her hair nice enough to pass as a young woman of some higher background.  Sailors were everywhere unloading crates of all shapes and sizes, and were being rather rough about it.  Hopefully her package wasn't too fragile... hell, if it was as dangerous as 10,000 gold dangerous, then being tossed around shouldn't hurt the damn thing.<br/><br/>She scanned the crowd of burly sailors someone to speak with, and the sight of a man with a clipboard and a whip was pretty good bet as to who was in charge.  Putting on a pleasant grin and holding herself up straight as any 'good woman' should, Keela approached the forman, papers in hand as she made her way through the busy crowd.  Approaching the forman, Keela called out to him.<br/><br/>"Excuse me!  Sir!  Would you kindly show me which crate happens to be mine?" she asked of the man, having to raise her voice a bit to get over the rambunctious crowd.<br/><br/>She held up her paperwork, taking note of the first and last name and repeating  it to herself silently before she finally reached the forman.<br/><br/>"I have all of my necessary papers to make my claim, and there is a carriage if you're men would be so kind as to load it on into the back for me." Keela said with a brilliant smile "I do hope we can have this handled quick enough, thank you."