I found Recte on my roof, not because he was actually trying to hide from me, because I never would have noticed him if he had, and that was the first sign that they were back. I nodded to him, and he nodded back. Then, because I was walking backwards looking at Recte, I tripped over Atrox still lying in his bedroll.
"Really, I'm not usually this clumsy," I replied to Atrox's disapproving look.
"Sure you're not."
I looked up, still lying on the ground, and saw Copia's sarcastic grin shining down on me. She offered me a hand up, and I took it, then returned the favor to Atrox. He accepted the courtesy, knowing we both knew I actually provided little aid.
"You guys look good."
"You look bored, Satis, as usual."
"Gee, thanks Cops, you're too kind."
She grabbed the end of her hair and shook it at me threateningly. "You know I hate that nickname."
"A thousand pardons."
"That will have to be enough, I suppose." She dropped her braid.
"Did you have a good war?"
Atrox muscled in on the conversation. "It was too long. It's good to be home." Recte signaled his agreement.
"Don't you mean, my home?"
Copia peeked over Atrox's shoulder and stole the dialog back. "So, see any good quests while we were away?"
"Just one, a couple of days ago."
"Really? Details, details!" She finished climbing over Atrox and dropped to the ground in front of him.
"I found a sword in the woods."
"And I left it there."
"Why would you do something like that? --Oh right, of course."
I felt a hand clamp down gently on my shoulder and realized that last part was directed to Recte, who was now standing behind me. I internally applauded myself for not jumping, before adding to Recte's comment, which I gathered was somewhere along the lines of "Remember who you're talking to" with "Well, yeah. And it was stuck in a large boulder."
"Once and future king again?"
Atrox shook his head. "I am so tired of the motif. Pass?"
Everybody was in agreement, and again for his next suggestion:
"Shall we go grinding then?"