Bilime stifles a yawn as she butts her way into the guildhall, gently shoving past a few legs milling around the entrance. As she steps inside, she inhales deeply and a broad smile spreads across her face. "Oh it has been too long..." She scans the room, looking for familiar faces and then edges her way sideways to see if- Yep, the rule of thumb still holds. If it's after 11am and the world isn't on fire, Teg is in her beercave. With more than a spring in her step she saunters up to the bar and heaves herself up above the counter-top and eye level with a taut scaly belly she's not seen in over eight years. "Dan!!! Oh, you wonderful grump," she says, rubbing his belly vigorously. "I have missed you! Nine hells, and I didn't think you could get any bigger. Still hooked on those chestnut bitters or have you developed new tastes?" She looks up at the bemused woman behind the counter. "Could I please get two of those spring spiced terragon ales you guys used to have? Chilled please! And this guy-" She points at the rotund dragon, "will cover for it. He still owes me sixty-seven gold." She winks at the dragon and pushes two gold across the bar before adding a third to the pile. "Get yourself something good Dan-man." She grabs the two cold bottles and hops off the counter. "Thanks!" She says, smiling with some trepidation. "Gotta go treat with her highness. If memory serves, she wasn't exactly displeased to see me go last time. Wish me luck!" She toasts the woman and dragon with the bottles before turning and making her way towards Integrity's booth. She smiles fondly to see her old friend, hunched as usual over a ream of papers and occasionally sipping from a mug to her left.