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[blueskinnedboy]

Here is a face not seen for a while.

Krishna--known now by mortals as Chris Patel--enters the bar, a satchel on his back and a smile on his face.

He's been a trek. And now he's back.

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[_estsanatlehi_]

There was a young woman not far off, with a green duck perched on her shoulder like some bizarre pirate's parrot.

She smiled, just slightly, she liked this one, he smelled like music.
Well, not really smelled, but that was close enough for the numbers.

[blueskinnedboy]

"Hello," Chris says pleasantly and sits at a table, putting his satchel on top of it.

[_estsanatlehi_]

Her smile spread as she padded over, the duck on her shoulder lifting his head to blink at Chris quizzically.

"I am Estsanatlehi." She said, still smiling as she helped herself to the opposite seat.

[blueskinnedboy]

"I am Krishha." He includes the duck in his smile.

[gris_bug_man]

And there is a familiar figure sitting nearby, playing with his daughter.

Said daughter bounces excitedly when she sees Chris. Seems he's popular.

[blueskinnedboy]

"Hello, precious girl," Chris coos to her and leans over Gil's shoulder to kiss Georgia's head. "And how are you, Gil?"

[gris_bug_man]

"I'm fine," he says congenially, giving Chris a slight smile while wiping Georgia's face. "And yourself? Jack mentioned you had returned to the Himmalayas."

[blueskinnedboy]

"Yes. I need to talk a long walk, but I'm back now." He sits and opens his satchel. "I have some things for you all."