If Korrin has to venture a guess, she would believe none of their current company to be slaves. Their armor and bearing don't fit, nor are there any pointed ears standing out (and sadly, that's an awfully common indicator in Korrin's experience). Which is fortunate, in that they won't have to worry about anyone being caught in the middle, less fortunate in that these mercenaries seem competent. This isn't going to end quickly or easily, with one boatload or two.

A small smirk forms on her lips, as her eyes don't stray from the boat that is steadily approaching them. "We'll just have to work on that, then. I won't say no to less of this bullshit song and dance before we get our goods." Once the boat gets close enough for a couple of the mercenaries to jump off into the water, she turns and looks to their agents. "We'll check it, then you get it ready for transport. Remember, don't get too close." They nod; thanks to the earlier briefly, all have protective clothing and scarves and whatnot, keeping the risk minimal.

Just a little bit closer....