Beraha had been living in Canterlot for a few years. Serving on the diplomatic corps, as the representative for the draconic people's of equestria. When he recieved the letter he was happy. Things were going decently, Beraha had negotiated an uneasy truce. He was happy his hard work and talent were recognised in this chance to bring peace to another part of the world.
He had gotten to the port town a few days before shove off and rented a room till it was time. He had spent his days in the tavern sipping on watered wine listening to the gossip of the people not hiding what he was.