Everyone should have at least three large samoyeds with them at any traumatic event.
Looking out from the palace dock are two women and three samoyeds. The left one - middle-aged with golden blonde hair - clutches the black shawl she wears over an ornate dress, looking in stunned silence as the ship docks. The right one - elderly with almost-white blonde hair - clasps her hands over her cane, looking somewhat annoyed. A crowd of onlookers watches behind them, and two Saberfort guards stand to their sides.
One of the guards ties the newly-arrived ship to a dock cleat. Both of them lower a gangplank down from the ship with a slow slide.
As the crowd continues to watch, a familiar figure emerges from the ship, walking down the gangplank with a continued click of her heels.