Aldrich was at the docks, thinking to himself how brilliantly they had been rebuilt. They were in better shape than ever, even. Nevermerean soldiers and Coheedian men had worked together to rebuild them, under the command of Evanthe Curran and Kasper Van Zant. It was then, while he was standing there, that he heard a familiar voice, just before he saw Othello's familiar figure. Aldrich grinned and would start to make his way over to his old acquaintance.

"Been naughty, I see", he said, clapping his old friend on the back while glancing at Barry and Ariel. "It's been a while, Othello. I'm happy to see you", Aldrich said. When was the last time they had seen each other? At that tavern, exchanging life stories? Or when he had tagged along with him and Kat to watch Benji while Othello visited homes.

Othello smirked and looked to fina a familiar face, "Ah not lately," Othello made a quick quib, Aldrich had been there the day Othello had been carted off to the loser jail ran by stinky stanky butthead Cam Pyetr, "The higher ups just know I'm back in my stomping grounds so they've put Frick, Track, Dick, and Jack up my ass," he waved to his two tagalongs, "The other two are about," as to the what he was doing Othello yawned and bent over to touch his toes, "They wanted a tour and I got to reminiscing about that time Lassiter fucked this place up to capture little ol'me," he looked up blinking like a cheesy innocent flirt.

"He did a metal tornado Sergeant, we thought it was pretty neat," Barry piped up.

"Wasn't much," Othello said as he stood back up, shrugging, but clearly Othello was proud of it basically beaming, "How ya been Abbott? Enjoying life on the plains? You were gone by the time I got out of the old witch home."

He was glad Othello didn't seem to harbour any negative feelings towards him for one of the last times they had seen each other. It had been in Beldam, and while he hadn't said anything during the time he was standing besides Hadrian, looking at Othello, he had thought Othello would dislike him for it. Or he was good at hiding it.

"Yeah", he said with a chuckle, looking over the docks. "Let's hope she keeps these docks in tact." He then looked at the two guards, who mentioned Othello's metal tornado. He nodded at them, glaring a little bit. If they were put on duty to keep an eye on Othello, they shouldn't be gangirling over him.

"I'm glad you got out, bud. I was sent here soon after. I gotta say, it's nice to see some familiar faces." He ran a hand through his hair. "It's alright here, but I couldn't imagine myself living here voluntarily."

Othello laughed, "Ah she's to busy pining to destroy things," he shrugged at the look Aldrich gave his friends, "Don't be to hard on them, I'm excitement they haven't had since the you know," the military ball where men AND women wolfed out, "And this place ain't bad at all, buncha changes since I've been gone but all the better no? Calmer. I miss the fuck out of it honestly," Othello stretched before scratching at his skin around the collar, clearly it was red and rashed up from irritation.

"You seem to be doing good, the sun kissed skin looks good on you friend."