Getting a simple setting made was surprisingly easy, as the local blacksmith just took Caldor's coin with barely a second glance and out of a heated-up, thin, steel wire made framework for the stone, creating a hoop at the top for a cord, which she also supplied—one of black leather. The blacksmith hadn't been very talkative, which on one hand was good since Cal didn't have to lie his way through a conversation, but the silence had put him on edge. Thankfully, she also worked very fast, so he was leaving before he knew it.
Picking out some clothing was less simple because the one clothier in the small town had hardly anything fitting someone of Idri's stature, so Caldor just ended up choosing the nicest tunic and trousers he was offered. They were just as black as Idri's robes, so Cal hoped the dragon wouldn't hate the new clothes. He wanted to get this right.
Caldor had been about to leave at that point, not wanting to explore the town too much without Idri who was waiting for him just outside, but then he remembered he still needed to get Idri some shoes, and so he quickly searched for a shoemaker instead.
Along with a pair of boots, Caldor also ended up getting a satchel to carry the spellbook as it was also on offer, and after a short, passive-aggressive exchange with the shoemaker concerning the authenticity of the silver coins, Cal was leaving the town as fast as he could, his hands full of clothes.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd bought clothes in general, let alone this many, but he knew that the only reason he was excited about it was that he was doing it for Idri.
Cal ended up finding the dragon much closer to the town than where he had been when Caldor had left, which was difficult not to grin at. It was a risk to be this close since someone could see have seen him, but it was very endearing to see him so eager to see humans living their normal lives.
It did make Cal a bit sad they wouldn't get to visit Redreach in a long time. There were a lot of places he would have loved to show Idri.
"Beloved!" Idri greeted him, his eyes full of delight but also anxiousness. As ever, Cal felt his cheeks heat up at the pet name. "You are here much earlier than I thought."
"Did my best not to keep you waiting," Caldor replied, smiling at him. He put all of the clothes and satchel on the ground and reached into his pocket for the stone and setting. As he slid the pebble into it, he smiled, noting that it looked quite elegant, despite the stone being so common.
Though, now it had the power to visually change a dragon into a human. Perhaps it wasn't so common anymore.
Idriseth took the necklace when Caldor offered it to him, running his fingers over the setting before slipping the cord over his neck. Seeing Idri's horns and wings disappear was still jarring, even though Cal had already seen it happen. He still wished they didn't need to do this, but at least like this Idri should have an easier time dressing himself without the wings in the way.
Next Cal handed Idri the clothes, which the dragon took and sniffed immediately. Caldor wasn't sure what to make of the grimace that followed since the clothes had smelled fine to him, but Idri said nothing as he unceremoniously removed his robes and somewhat clumsily pulled the tunic on. Cal resisted the urge to laugh at that. Poor Idri probably never wore clothes like this, so he understood why he was having trouble with it.
He did laugh at the suspicious look Idri was giving to his new trousers, though. "You've never worn pants before, huh?"
Idri frowned at them harder. "They would make changing my form difficult."
For someone who had never done this, Idri managed to pull the trousers relatively easily, and thankfully they seemed to fit him well. Cal had been a bit concerned about that, even though they were a bit loose. Lastly, he slipped on the boots, shifting his weight in them.
If anything, Idri's scowl deepened now that he was fully clothed as he moved his foot around to properly study his new shoes. "This is strange."
Be that as it may, Caldor had to admit that Idri looked good in these clothes. They hugged his figure better than the robes since they weren't nearly as layered, and while this only served to make Idri look like a regular human, it also made him look somehow even more handsome.
"Will this be enough to convince humans I am one of them?"
Idri looked so unsure of himself at that moment that without even thinking Caldor was closing the distance between them and pulling him close with an arm around his shoulders. "Yeah, more than enough."
Idri ran his fingers over Caldor's cheek, gazing deep into Cal's eyes and making his heart stutter. "Thank you for helping me with this."
Blushing, he smiled at the dragon widely, wrapping his other arm around him as well and giving him a kiss. "Don't mention it, Idri. I'm here for you."
Idri seemed a bit taken aback by this as he blinked, but then he smiled shyly and nuzzled Caldor's neck. "And I for you."
Cal still had a hard time accepting that a dragon could behave like this. Not that he was complaining. "All right, are you ready?"
"Yes."
Idri didn't sound very sure of himself, but he also seemed very excited, so Cal wouldn't take that as a warning sign. "Just a warning—we'll probably get a lot of looks since we're new. Just ignore that."
The dragon gave a nod, not looking very concerned about this. But then, he'd probably gotten his fair share of strange looks from his peers because of the different colored eyes.
Just the idea of that was absolutely infuriating, but now wasn't the time to get angry over things Cal couldn't change.
So instead, Caldor picked up Idri's robes and spellbook and put both in the satchel, which he slung over his shoulder. And with that, they began to head into town.
Cal hadn't paid much attention to anything the first time he'd been here, aside from looking for the various shops he'd needed to find, and so heading slowly down towards the white, brick-and-wood houses was quite a pleasant experience as it allowed him to take everything in.
He was not enjoying it nearly as much as Idri was, though, who was touching one of the wooden beams making up one corner of a house as soon as they got close enough, a look of delight on his face.
They were going to take a while to get to the town square it seemed, Caldor thought to himself, though he couldn't even pretend to be annoyed about it. He usually didn't like waiting, but seeing the fascination in Idri's eyes easily stomped out any impatience he might be feeling.
Unfortunately, they did need to be careful since people would be watching them. Cal doubted he himself had made a good impression so far, and Idri looking around like he'd never seen a house before wouldn't help with that.
Hoping to get that idea across through actions rather than words, Cal took Idri's hand and gently pulled him in the direction where he thought he'd seen a tavern.
Idri seemed to understand and went along with it, not resisting at all as he schooled his face into neutrality. It was a shame to see him push down his enthusiasm, but at least the dragon didn't seem too disappointed over it.
As they reached the small, cobbled town square, Cal finally properly looked around, only now noticing that there was a well in the middle, surrounded from all sides by stands selling various goods. It had been the stands Caldor had paid attention to and only them.
Since there were at least two dozen people here, perusing the wares offered and selling them, his and Idri's arrival had already caught the attention of a few of them. Before even more people could stare at them, Cal quickly located the tavern—a large, fully wooden structure with a heavy-looking door—and steered Idri towards it, walking swiftly.
The dragon once again didn't resist, letting himself be led inside the tavern, and only looking around curiously as they entered, the smell of something delicious immediately reaching their noses.
There wasn't much to look at if Caldor was being honest. Much like the outside, everything here was made of wood, from the tables and chairs to the chandeliers above. The only thing that stood out were the many mounted antlers hanging from the walls. There had to be at least twenty of various sizes.
The tavern was almost empty, save for the tavernkeeper and a man and a woman, each sitting at a table in the other corner. Good, they could use some privacy.
"Don't think I've seen you around here before," the tavernkeeper—a woman of perhaps forty—said, a smile on her face but a hint of wariness in her eyes. This town probably didn't get many visitors, which was what Cal had been a bit afraid of. In Redreach, no one would bat an eye at strangers entering a tavern. At least there wouldn't be any wanted posters targeting him here, though.
"Yeah, we just arrived," Cal replied easily, immediately putting together a string of lies in his head as he let go of Idri's hand and walked to the counter the woman was standing behind. "Traveling to Redreach from Hearthglen. We thought we'd stop by and get a bite to eat. Is there something you'd recommend?"
His friendly smile was clearly not working as much as it was supposed to, because the woman still seemed a bit guarded. Still, that was fine. He could work with that. "Depends on how much you are willing to spend."
Money first, then. Of course. Cal reached into his pockets and pulled out two silver coins, putting them down on the counter. "I'm sure this will more than cover anything we can possibly eat."
The tavernkeeper peered down at the silver before picking up the coins and biting into both of them. Cal almost sighed, already knowing by her deep frown that she was going to be too suspicious of this to simply take the coins.
"Is this silver a convincing fake?"
Caldor scoffed, doing his best to pretend to be offended. "Of course it's real. We came across a vein of the stuff while crossing the mountains."
The woman said nothing, her scowl still in place.
"But if you don't want our silver...." Caldor made a move to take the coins back, but the woman was faster, scooping them up and putting them in the pocket on her apron.
Cal resisted the urge to grin. This tactic almost always worked, despite not being the most original. But no wonder it had worked this time—two silver coins for lunch was ridiculously expensive.
"I'd recommend our beef stew," she said, looking very annoyed. Caldor chose to ignore that, instead smiling again.
"Great! We'll take two bowls of that, then. And two beers, if you please."
The tavernkeeper still didn't look very happy, but at least she wasn't frowning anymore. "Yes, choose a table, I'll bring the food to you in a moment."
Cal looked back at Idri to see if he had any preference concerning where they'd sit, but the curious way Idri was studying him instead of anything else implied that he did not. Caldor just shrugged and decided to pick the most out of the way table there was to give them some privacy and sat down in one of the worn but sturdy-looking wooden chairs.
"Was that how human communication usually works?" Idri asked as he sat down opposite Cal, looking adorably confused.
Caldor smiled, though he was sure it looked ironic. He couldn't bring himself to feel happy about any of this. "Well, it wasn't that strange to me." Cal chuckled. "But I'll have to say no."
Displeasure flashed in Idri's eyes for a moment, but it was gone so suddenly it made Cal almost wonder if he'd just imagined it. Hopefully, it wasn't Cal's answer that the dragon was displeased with, though. "So, this is a tavern."
While Cal was a bit taken aback by how quickly Idri had changed the subject, he couldn't help but grin at him. "Yes, the ultimate place for human congregation." He laughed at his own wording. "You like it?"
"It is not quite what I imagined, but yes," Idri replied, smiling softly as he once again looked around the wooden walls. "It is simple and functional, yet there is elegance to the simplicity. Incredible, considering humans built something like this by hand."
Cal frowned at the implications and leaned in closer to whisper. "Dragons build things with magic only?"
Idri looked away. "We don't build anything. We only steal, destroy, and conquer."
Caldor sighed. He hadn't meant to ruin Idri's mood like this, and for no good reason too. He could have put this together himself. From what little he knew, dragons tended to live in caves or structures built by humans. Idri lived in an abandoned fort, after all, and who knew how it had come to be that way.
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Cal was about to apologize, but the tavernkeeper showed up at just that moment with two bowls of stew. Caldor felt his stomach grumble as soon as the aroma of it reached his nose, his mouth watering. It really hit him then just how hungry he was. No wonder, though—they hadn't eaten since yesterday.
As soon as a large bowl of the stew was in front of him, he was grabbing the spoon sticking out of it and putting it in his mouth, enjoying the rich, meaty taste despite the hot liquid burning his tongue.
Not that Caldor would ever complain about Idri's ability to provide them with food, but after a week of eating unseasoned, roasted rabbits and deer, a stew like this was divine. He paused when he noticed Idri hesitantly putting his spoon in his mouth, smirking when he saw the dragon's eyes widen.
"It's good, right?"
Idri just nodded, still looking a bit stunned. And all of a sudden Caldor felt bad for him. He'd been alive for over two centuries and he'd really never eaten anything like this? Caldor realized that dragons lived indefinitely, but it was still sad to think about.
If Cal hadn't already been determined to show Idri everything good humanity had to offer, he sure was now.
"What is this?" Idri asked, fascination in his voice as he raised a few noodles out of his stew with his spoon.
Cal raised an eyebrow at him. "Never seen a noodle before?" When he saw Idri shake his head, Cal opened his mouth to explain the concept of pasta, but he quickly realized that he didn't actually know exactly how pasta was made, either.
The next thing they needed to buy was a cookbook, clearly. "We can do some cooking when we get back if you want. I did promise that."
Idri smiled at him, his eyes sparkling in the most beautiful way. "I would like that."
Cal desperately wanted to kiss him at that moment, but the table was too wide to do that without risking spilling the stew everywhere. It seemed they would need to eat it first, and Caldor really was hungry so feeling too annoyed over this was very difficult. Despite the stew still being hot, it was gone within a few moments, leaving him with a pleasantly full stomach and a feeling of warmth spreading through him.
He felt like getting one more bowl, but he knew it was a bad idea. No need to make himself sick, even though the stew was good enough to make it worth it. Still, they weren't planning on leaving just yet, so maybe there would be time to get more later.
He couldn't help but grin again as he watched Idri eat the stew, clutching the spoon with his entire hand, looking as if he'd never used one. Then again, perhaps he hadn't. Idri had said he'd been growing vegetables to try food other than just presumably meat, but that didn't have to mean he'd eaten anything soup-like.
Either way, it was endearing to see, and Cal found himself almost mesmerized up until he was interrupted by the tavernkeeper bringing their beers and carrying his empty bowl away without a word.
Despite not feeling thirsty after eating the stew, Caldor took a big gulp of the beer, sighing happily at the familiar, bitter taste. It wasn't quite as good as some of the ales that could be found in Redreach, but it was good enough.
He chuckled when he saw Idri pause and sniff the beer with a very distrustful look on his face, before bringing the wooden tankard to his lips and taking a sip. It didn't take long for Idri's expression to turn sour as he put the beer back on the table and stared down at it thoughtfully.
"I don't think I like beer," he finally said, and Caldor had to do his best not to burst out laughing. There was just something about the matter-of-fact tone Idri had used that Cal found hilarious.
"That's okay, plenty of people don't like it at first. It's an acquired taste."
Idri frowned, his face skeptical. "I cannot imagine why anyone would continue drinking this."
Caldor looked down at his own beer, grasping the tankard's handle and sloshing the drink around. "Well, it's cheap and it gets you drunk."
He took another gulp of the beer while Idri nodded far too seriously. As Caldor put his beer down again, though, the dragon raised his and proceeded to drink the entire thing.
Caldor just blinked, too stunned to stop the dragon. Thankfully, unlike the last time he'd done this, beer was much, much weaker than rum. Still, Idri wasn't used to alcohol, which meant that he was going to be affected by this.
"Dammit, Idri, you can't keep doing that," Cal berated him, though he couldn't get himself to sound stern. Despite knowing the dragon could more than handle it, he was just worried about him.
"Apologies. I simply wanted to test how this will affect me in comparison to rum."
Of course that was why he'd done it. Caldor sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It isn't healthy."
Idri smiled, his eyes a bit glassy as he leaned in.
It looked like the beer was already doing its part, but since the dragon didn't look dazed or unfocused, it seemed he was only tipsy, which was good. After last time, Cal was afraid of getting Idri properly drunk, even though the fallout from that incident wouldn't be a problem now.
"I am a dragon," Idri said softly. "My healing abilities are much better than a human's."
Cal shook his head, smiling. "Well, it's not good for your mental health, either."
The dragon's smile grew. "I have you for that, beloved."
Caldor blinked, his face growing warm. And this time for a reason other than just the pet name. "What?"
Idri's hands found Cal's on the table, squeezing gently but firmly. "Meeting you, being with you.... It is wondrous and strange, much like you yourself are. I have never been so consistently happy before."
Caldor felt his mind shut down as he gaped at Idri, his heart erratically beating in his chest. He had no idea how to deal with the onslaught of emotion he was now feeling. He was stunned by Idri saying this, and even more so that he sounded like he meant it. No one had ever said anything like this to Cal before, and it was completely disorienting.
"Me neither," he breathed out, surprised with himself for admitting that. But it was true. Despite what had happened in Redreach, him losing his friends, his family, still weighing heavily on him, he was happier than he ever had been before. He was constantly with someone who cared about him and liked him, and on top of that, for once in his life, he didn't have to worry about starving or being arrested and executed. And it was all thanks to Idri.
At the same time, they both leaned in closer, their lips connecting in at first a gentle kiss, which soon turned more passionate and heated as Idri pushed his tongue into Cal's mouth, making him moan.
Caldor was breathless by the time they separated, grasping the table to steady himself as he realized just how eager he was to take this further. But he shouldn't be surprised. Idri had just, likely unwittingly, very intensely seduced him with all that romantic talk about happiness.
He quickly finished his beer and got up, grabbing Idri's hand and pulling him up, too. The dragon went without protest, his eyes wide and cheeks much more prominently flushed than usual. Probably because he didn't have scales on his face anymore.
"I can fly us somewhere private," Idri whispered into Cal's ear, who smiled.
"No need, Idri."
He tried to pull Idri along towards the counter so they could hopefully rent a room, but the dragon didn't budge, his eyes now full of confusion instead of lust. "I was under the impression that human mating rituals were a private affair."
Caldor choked, unable not to laugh at that. It was just too unexpected and absurd not to. Was Idri implying that the mating rituals of dragons were not private? If so, Caldor wasn't sure what to do with that information, but even if he wanted to think about it, his mind was too preoccupied with other things to do so properly.
"Yes, which is why taverns usually have rooms to stay in."
Even though rooms at inns were usually used by travelers, and therefore Caldor's explanation was very flawed, Idri nodded seriously, this time following him to the counter where, without much trouble, Cal managed to get a key to a room upstairs from the tavernkeeper for one more silver coin.
Caldor couldn't even get it together to complain about wasting their magically created money as they ascended the stairs, quickly finding their room by trying the key on all three doors that were there and disappearing inside the right one.
Cal barely managed to close the door behind them before pushing his lips against Idri's again, throwing his arms around the dragon's neck and burrowing his hands in his golden hair. To his surprise, he found himself pushing Idri against the wall as the dragon kissed him back eagerly, and even more surprisingly, Idri let him do it.
The dragon pushed him away gently only when they separated, both panting. "Just a moment, beloved. I will be back."
Caldor frowned, trying to get over the haze of lust engulfing his brain to fully comprehend what Idri had said as the dragon rummaged around in the satchel still hanging from Cal's shoulder. "What? Where are you going?"
"I need to procure something. Wait for me," Idri replied, as vague as usual, and with one last kiss, he was walking out of the room, closing the door behind him and leaving Caldor very confused and desperate.
It was sort of ridiculous just how aroused he was from a little passionate kissing, but with Idri, that seemed to be how it worked in general. The dragon had never left in the middle of their lovemaking, though, and Cal wasn't sure what to make of it.
He sighed, deciding that he might as well get ready as he kicked off his boots and took off the satchel, followed by his cloak, and tunic. He was about to take off his pants as well just as Idri reappeared, a metal cup in his hand, the transmutation stone in the other. And while Caldor was ecstatic that Idri was back already, he was even more confused.
"What is that?"
Instead of explaining, Idri walked over to him and pulled him down to sit on the bed, kissing him deeply before nuzzling Cal's neck with his nose and humming.
"It's called kirsen," he finally said, raising the cup to let Caldor see its contents. Cal frowned, leaning in to look at it more closely while Idri continued rubbing against his neck. It seemed to be a clear, jelly-like substance of some sort. "Dragons use it for...mating purposes."
Caldor's eyes widened a fraction as he finally realized what this kirsen stuff was. Of course it was a lubricant. He should have realized that without Idri spelling it out. He wasn't sure how he felt about knowing all these facts about dragons and their sex lives, though.
"It's made out of water with a transmutation stone, which is why I held off on properly fulfilling your needs until now." Idri sighed, putting the transmutation stone on the bedside table, all the while Cal blinked at him in confusion. "I apologize, but I didn't want to risk hurting you."
Caldor's lips formed a thin, displeased line as it dawned on him what Idri was implying. "We could have just used oil."
Idri scrunched up his face in distaste. "That seems unhygienic."
Cal huffed out a laugh, putting his arms around the dragon. "Idri, I need you to answer a question, and I need you to be honest." The dragon nodded, looking puzzled. "You're not doing this just for my benefit, are you?"
Idri shook his head, though he still looked a bit perplexed as if he couldn't understand what the problem was. "Of course not. But as your mate, it is my duty to—"
"No. No, it isn't," Caldor interrupted him, already knowing where Idri was going with this. "If you don't feel like having sex, we're not having sex. It's that simple." Cal sighed. He hated lecturing Idri like this, but this needed to be said. "You wouldn't expect this from me, would you?"
That was something Caldor hadn't considered, but he couldn't imagine Idri pushing him into anything he didn't want to do. In fact, the dragon seemed a bit overprotective at times, but Cal found it quite charming that Idri worried about his wellbeing so much.
"No," Idri finally said after a moment, looking away and shifting around. "But you are a human. You are not used to our ways, and forcing you to conform to them would be unfair."
"Great. Then we're extending that to you, too." As Idri's beautiful eyes met his again, Caldor was almost shocked at the amount of uncertainty that was in them, which made him scramble to say something else. "I just want you to be comfortable, all right? Don't be afraid to tell me when you don't like something."
Idri nodded, still looking a bit like he wasn't sure what to do with himself as he put the cup on the bedside table. It made Caldor's heart clench. He'd meant to make this as understandable and simple as possible, but clearly, he wasn't doing a great job of it.
His eyes widened when Idri's lips met his without warning, but he gladly kissed back, running his hand through the hair on the back of Idri's head. Why was his hair so damned soft?
"I would very much like to mate with you now," Idri said once they separated. Caldor chuckled, burying his face in Idri's shoulder. Well, at least Idri wasn't being cryptic for once.
"Yeah, me too."
He gasped as Idri ran his teeth over his collarbone, the dragon's breath hot against his skin as he pulled Caldor's pants down, leaving him completely naked. Cal had to admit that being like this while Idri was fully clothed did have a certain appeal to it, but he would still prefer the dragon to undress.
He got his wish a second later when, as if reading his thoughts, Idri got rid of his boots and pulled his tunic over his head with a surprising amount of grace for someone who had never done that before. Finally, removing his trousers as well, Idri revealed his beautiful body fully, and Caldor let his eyes wander.
Now that Idri wore nothing except the magic necklace, Cal was once again hit by the fact that Idri didn't have a single scale on him anymore. They used to dot his chest, but now only flawless skin remained. He reached out to touch him all over, but Idri caught his wrists and connected their lips, muffling Cal's whimper at not being allowed to touch him.
Caldor let himself be pushed down onto the bed, letting Idri dominate his mouth all the while pinning his wrists. The grip he had on them was much gentler than the first time they'd done this, probably because Idri wasn't drunk, and the hold didn't feel firm enough that Cal wouldn't be able to get out of it. Not that he even wanted to try. He was fine letting Idri do whatever he wanted with him.
He got so lost in the kissing that he didn't notice Idri had let go of one of his wrists until a slick finger was slipping inside of him. Cal gasped, absolutely shocked at how easy that dragon lubricant thing was making it. Idri immediately added a second finger, forcing a moan out of Caldor, who pushed back against the fingers, trying to get them deeper inside of him.
His hands were fisted in the bedcovers they were lying on, which was the only thing stopping him from touching himself. But he couldn't do it. He just knew that if he did, he'd climax far too soon, and he needed to hold on. Idri just made it so hard to retain any kind of self-control.
Cal gritted his teeth as Idri added yet another finger, doing his best not to make a noise.
"I-Idri. H-hurry up," he complained, moaning. He sounded whiny even to his own ears, but at the moment he couldn't care less.
Idri twisted his fingers, drawing a loud gasp out of Cal before leaning in to nibble at his neck. "Shh, beloved. Patience is a virtue."
Caldor groaned at the amused tone, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back against the pillow. Of course Idri was enjoying turning him into a complete mess. And Cal was making it laughably easy. Damned, beautiful dragon.
He spread his legs further without even thinking about it as Idri added a fourth finger, flaring all of them out and making Caldor pant and writhe. For a moment Cal worried that Idri would keep going—something Caldor wasn't sure he was ready for—but then the fingers retreated, leaving him open and achingly empty.
Caldor tried his best to help as Idri's arms wrapped around him and turned him over, even though it felt as if he had no strength in his limbs left. And finally, he felt the tip of Idri's impressive cock touch his stretched hole, crying out as in the next moment it pushed in, sliding in inch by inch and filling Caldor to the brim. He could barely tell that Idri was holding him close to his chest. All he could focus on was the absolute fullness and the resulting, incredible pleasure that was spreading through his entire being.
As Idri began to move in and out, Caldor's hand found his cock, and within a few seconds, he came with a cry, almost collapsing onto the bed if not for Idri holding him in place. The dragon was far from done, though, as he only thrust harder and faster while running his tongue over Caldor's still tender mating scar.
Cal could only moan and whimper, already feeling himself growing hard again, having no other choice as Idri kept hitting just the right place. Caldor gasped as Idri bit into his shoulder, feeling him finish inside of him a moment later. That pushed him over the edge a second time, and he followed suit, his vision going dark for a second.
When he felt Idri pull out, and lower him onto the bed Cal could barely drag himself onto his back, his head spinning. He was still breathing hard as Idri joined him, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling his cheek.
And no matter how spent he was, Caldor couldn't stop grinning at him. He sighed in contentment, closing his eyes and just enjoying Idri holding him.
They really were happy together, weren't they? And with Idri's magic, they could do whatever they wanted and go wherever they wanted to. Visit the capital of Ebonhall, the great cities in the Great Desert, see the huge icefields in the south....
Cal hadn't thought to consider any of this before because he hadn't known just how much Idri could do, but now that he knew that Idri could create money out of basically nothing, it was incredible to consider the possibilities that ability opened up.
Though, where they went wasn't nearly as important as having Idri with him. As long as they were together, it didn't matter to Caldor. And he well and truly meant that. He really was insanely lucky.