He'd seen Melita at her desk at the bar's christening, but he hadn't really been back since. Loreseeker business and his own curiosity had kept him moving, and there was something bittersweet about the Vlamvloed when he had so many memories of the Rathskeller that intruded when he was in it. His eyes scanned the decor, noting what was new - some new furniture, it looked like, and more booze on the back wall - before Melita's voice pulled his attention to her desk off to the side. His eyes lit up, and Isuma trilled a happy greeting as she dove from the rafters to circle around the honeybee girl's head before landing near Fangorn and beginning to prowl closer towards the seemingly-sleeping gourd.
"Hi, Melita," Jigano smiled at his friend, crossing the distance and looking her over with relief to find no gaping wounds or missing limbs or other sign of tragedy writ large across her mortal coil. "I am more or less intact." He grinned wryly as he took the proffered seat, looking up to admire the tapestry over the desk. "How about you? I've been meaning to catch up with you. What've you been up to so far this year?"
"Hi, Melita," Jigano smiled at his friend, crossing the distance and looking her over with relief to find no gaping wounds or missing limbs or other sign of tragedy writ large across her mortal coil. "I am more or less intact." He grinned wryly as he took the proffered seat, looking up to admire the tapestry over the desk. "How about you? I've been meaning to catch up with you. What've you been up to so far this year?"
