While the gaelicat's caterwauling attracts its own sort of attention, it's Jophrey's voice which attracts Emet-Selch's ear. The Ascian had been in the town square browsing job listings when the first caravans bearing another set of arrivals halted. The damp cat's protestations can be heard a malm away.

He wanders over to observe everyone. And then his eyes fall upon a familiar figure, a familiar face. Almost without realising, his feet take him to where Jophrey is and he halts a few paces away.

"...I see you made it here after all."

His tone is carefully controlled. He stands with arms folded across his chest, face expressionless. His own familiar isn't around at the moment but it will come if he calls.