One hundred and sixty feet at the topmost mast, was a lone figure admiring the sight of land. They were about to dock and he could only find peace at this chaotic perch. He was on the ship that Chizuru had brought to his own homeland. His presence hadn't made her crew easy. Soren thought that he could blend in, but found that ridiculously complicated. They knew his past, from the very moment he stepped foot on the blasted ship. (He blamed her record keeper.) His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden erratic dance of the ship. He held onto webbing, treating it like a lifeline. He hadn't realized just how agile he was, until now.
The scene below him didn't interest him. It was the sight up ahead that held his interest: the land was getting closer, making his nerves fill with anticipation. He heard the shout of one of the people below and saw the flurry of bodies trying to control the ship for landing. They would dock soon and he would be left in the hands of a woman and her strange world. He let those thoughts leave him, trying to make the best of the situation. Since he had bargained with her, he no longer had authority over himself. It was an odd feeling, but it also brought some relief. He was away from the Vuri territories and away from the Queen Mother- he could finally start a new life.
Knowing they were about to dock, he made the long crawl down. When he reached the deck, all eyes were on him and his strange form. The crew considered him cursed. The only people who conversed with him, were Chizuru and Tenzo.
Soren bypassed the crew and made his way toward the docks. It was a brilliant scene that captivated him and rendered his speech. Something even more intimidating caught his attention: the guards. Their glinting armor impressed him, but left him with wonderment, as to who they belonged to. He immediately stood behind Chizuru, letting her take control of the situation. He didn't know their customs, or their ways. Soren wasn't about to sabotage his new beginning.