It is unusual for him to be out during the brightest times of the day, but it is about that time, and all of them tend to make the rounds towards the beach and similar places, keeping an eye out for any other familiar faces.

Essek doesn't spend much time at the beach itself; floating over the more annoying parts of the sand before setting on more compact ground in the surf. He lets the water wash over his skin for a few minutes, wincing out at the horizon. Eventually he turns, dries his feet with a wave of prestidigitation before replacing his shoes, and moves for the spa nearby, thinking of a bath.

What he doesn't expect to find, however, is another drow. But more specifically a very familiar one, even if it has been a terribly long time since they'd last seen each other. He stops dead in his approach, heart screeching to a halt.

"Verin?"