Alright, time for delicate negotiations...  Assuming that the griffon riders could speak one of the same languages that either she or Rath could speak, anyway.  Motioning for Rathael to follow her, the ghost lifted off from the deck and headed to intercept the party heading towards them, doing her best to avoid any sort of overt or threatening display.  She wanted a chance to make it clear that they weren't in the area to cause any sort of trouble, after all.