[The chillier weather means he's spending more time at the place he has managed to rent in Tourmaline City, thanks to a few random jobs repairing things with this magic here and there. He's always paying attention to the port, still sure that if Margo and Eliot ever arrive, it'd be on the Muntjac.
Looks like they have proven him right on that day, when the spells he prepared to warm him if a ship like the Muntjac ever arrive set off, followed by an enchanted paper plane letting him know of the arrival he has been waiting since he got here.
Quentin barely even reads the letter and sets off, dropping the Fillory book he was currently re-reading. He doesn't even bother picking up a jacket or anything, he just runs straight to the Muntjac. And straight into a certain tall person who just arrived.]