Well, don't that beat all? Monty glances at the last person he ever expected to pop out of nowhere before returning to the tiny wooden octopus he was whittling.

He would've bet money the man was dead.

Not good that the Green had started vomiting up people, especiallyy when those people were former kings who'd disappeared mysteriously. Hell. Eileen would be that thrilled--and that upset.

So he folds his pocketknife and nods at the not-so-newcomer. "Afternoon."