Siren stood to the side of the gangway, watching as workers and the like poured onto the large wooden boat carrying crates and materials. She was pleased T.R.H Lyte had agreed to help her home. She smiled politely at the various people boarding- most of which gave her a sour look. She played with the ends of the long dark olive green cloak covering her body. A breeze passed by, causing the long ribbons at the end of her cloak to dance in the air. She hoped the boat would not encounter the same storm her island had faced. Once everyone had been boarded onto the ship, they set sail towards La Mort, Siren having given them a sea-chart. She walked around trying to greet people, most of whom seemed wary of the stranger. About to give up, she approached one final person "Hello dear Lyte citizen!" she curtsied in respect to the passenger before her.