They ended up spending the night at the tavern, and while Idri quite enjoyed simply existing in such a human place and seeing how human lives in general worked, Idriseth was still glad when they left the next morning.

It was just a bit too much after a while. He was not used to being around anyone, much less humans, and especially not this many. It hadn't been too bad at first but in the evening, the tavern had become full, and many people had been interested in him and Caldor, since they were new in town, which seemed to have piqued the people's curiosity.

Though, it was incredible just how well and easily his mate could come up with lies on the spot whenever he had been faced with a question he couldn't give an honest answer to without telling everyone that Idriseth was a dragon. Idriseth just hoped Caldor wouldn't use that talent against him, but he wouldn't let such thoughts ruin his mood right now.

They were walking through the woods with no real destination in mind, simply intent on getting far away enough from the town to avoid anyone seeing Idriseth transform and fly away. And Idriseth didn't care at all if they spent the entire day walking.

They would get tired of course, but he truly didn't want to worry or even think about that. He was just ecstatic that he was spending time with Caldor, and his mate seemed to share that sentiment, giving Idriseth a smile every time he looked at him and making his heart stutter.

He wondered if any other dragon in existence felt the same way he did. Human-style relationships seemed so intense and intoxicating in comparison to how dragons did things. Once again, Idriseth was annoyed with himself for forgetting to bring his journal with him as he had many thoughts to record, but he hadn't even thought of that the night they'd left. He just hoped Augerill's forces wouldn't find it and destroy it. His one comfort was that at least they couldn't read it, as it was written in the draconic language.

"So, what do you think of us humans so far?" Caldor asked him, grinning as he leaned in closer. Idriseth couldn't help but stare at his mate's lips, his mind immediately summoning images of kissing him and running his fingers over Caldor's stubbled, sharp jawline. But Idriseth pushed that all aside. The middle of a forest was hardly a good place for mating, especially considering they'd done it that morning already.

"There is much kindness and empathy to human society. I am glad the books I've read on the subject were not entirely objective about that," Idriseth mused, smiling to himself. Humans seemed very intent on celebrating simply being alive, which was quite a nice sentiment. Idriseth's smile grew as he looked at Caldor. "I still stand by calling you strange."

Caldor chuckled, nudging Idriseth with his elbow. "Hey, from what you've told me about dragons, you're not exactly standard either."

He truly wasn't, was he? He'd never truly understood the desire to collect gold and jewels, or what sort of pleasure one could derive from killing humans, but Idriseth was sure that all came down to his people shunning him and pushing him away since he'd hatched.

He blinked when he realized Caldor had grabbed his hand and stopped walking, making the dragon come to a halt. "You know I meant that as a compliment, right?"

Idriseth stared into Caldor's eyes, a bit taken aback at the sudden seriousness in them. But he nodded, not doubting him for even a second. And perhaps Idriseth himself could to some extent appreciate that he was...different, in hindsight.

Since meeting Caldor, his overwhelming desire to be accepted by his kin had lessened somewhat. A part of him still yearned to be with other dragons, but even if by some miracle they looked past his appearance, he had no interest in murdering and stealing from innocents, so there was no point to even consider it.

"When I call you strange, it is a compliment as well," Idriseth said, gently pulling Caldor's hand up to his chest and over his heart. "You are very precious to me, Caldor."

Caldor smiled, clutching Idriseth's hand more tightly. "Same to you, Idri."

Their lips met in a soft, sweet kiss, making Idriseth hum and close his eyes as he pulled his mate closer. But before he could deepen the kiss, Caldor suddenly yelped, jolting away from him.

Idriseth opened his eyes, about to ask what was wrong when he saw the knife pressing against his mate's throat. And the cloaked figure holding it, standing behind him. Idriseth was certain it was a woman, but with the hood over her head and a bandana covering her nose and mouth, he couldn't identify her further.

Not that he cared. She was threatening his mate, and she was going to pay for it.

"Don't move, buddy, or your lover's not going to like what happens next," she said before he could rush at her. Usually, he would ignore a threat like that, but now he hesitated, remembering that with the spell, he was as weak and slow as a human. Could he even make it the few feet separating them before she cut Caldor?

"Whatever money you have, hand it over," the woman ordered him, pressing the knife against Caldor's throat harder. Idriseth was about to do as much, not seeing enough value in transmuted silver to care about losing it, though he didn't want to stand for being robbed like this. But as he reached into his pocket, Caldor's voice stopped him.

"Kyra?!" he exclaimed in shock, which made the woman pause.

"Cal? Is that you?" She quickly removed the knife, and Caldor immediately turned around to look at her.

"I thought you were dead!" they both said at once, laughing and hugging in what was apparently a cheerful reunion. Not sure what to think, Idriseth walked towards them, watching the woman with suspicion. She had removed the hood and bandana now, revealing long, black hair and dark skin. Her family must have originated from the north, then. Interesting.

Idriseth immediately scowled, annoyed with himself. This person had just tried to rob them and had threatened Caldor's life. He shouldn't be finding anything about her interesting.

"What are you doing here?" Caldor asked, grinning, which if anything put Idriseth in an even worse mood.

"Running," Kyra replied, shaking her head. "Trying to leave Augerill's lands, just in case he decides to go after me."

Caldor grimaced, sighing, but his expression became much lighter when he turned to look at Idriseth. "Oh, Idri, this is Kyra. A good friend of mine."

Idriseth walked a bit closer, his eyes narrowed at her. "A thief, you mean."

Caldor laughed, though it sounded quite forced. "Well, I don't have any friends who aren't thieves."

"You do now, apparently," Kyra said, looking Idriseth over curiously. The dragon scowled back, folding his arms over his chest. Just because this person was Caldor's friend didn't mean he had to act politely toward her after she'd attacked them.

"I heard Augerill sent you to steal from some dragon," Kyra continued, looking back at Caldor with her eyebrows raised. "I thought for sure the thing had killed you, but that was just two weeks ago. So when did this happen?"

She looked between the two of them. Idriseth scowled harder, about to snap at her that he was the thing that Caldor had been sent to steal from when his mate patted his shoulder, distracting him long enough to speak first.

"We just ran into each other, got along, and things took their own course," Caldor explained, clearly doing his best to be as vague as possible. Idriseth still wanted to tell Kyra the truth, but seeing his mate give him a pleading, apologetic look took the words out of his mouth.

It was true that she would probably not take it well, and Idriseth's main motivation for sharing his true nature right now was mostly just to intimidate her, anyway.

His frown disappeared when he saw that Caldor was now grinning at him, a happy spark in his eyes. He wasn't stubborn enough to stay annoyed or angry when his mate was looking at him like this.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Idri," Kyra said, making Idriseth's name sound more like a question. He wasn't sure if she was being doubtful of his name, since it must have sounded uncommon to her, or if she wasn't sure if she remembered his name correctly.

Idriseth didn't like how someone other than Caldor calling him Idri made him feel, but he would ignore that. Correcting her with his full name would only make it more apparent that he wasn't a regular human, he was sure.

"Any friend of Cal's is a friend of mine," Kyra added, smiling a bit awkwardly. "Sorry about trying to rob you."

"Yeah, about that—why did you do that?" Caldor asked, his fingers touching his throat, which made Idriseth check more closely if Kyra had cut him, but thankfully there were no signs of that. "I thought you said you were trying to leave as fast as possible."

Kyra sighed, shrugging. "I'm trying to keep a low profile, and taking money from a few travelers on the road is safer than stealing food in a village."

Idriseth supposed that made sense, though that didn't make it okay. Still, it would be hypocritical of him to judge Kyra while not also judging Caldor, who had led the same kind of life until now. Just because Caldor no longer had to do it because Idriseth was determined to provide for him didn't mean that Caldor hadn't spent his life stealing things.

No, Idriseth was just irritated with Kyra still and wasn't sure if he should trust her. That was the true reason he was feeling so hostile towards her, and he knew it. It had nothing to do with her occupation. But if his mate trusted her, Idriseth should make an effort to push away his suspicions.

"It's really great to see you," Caldor told her, drawing her into a hug, which she returned, letting out a relieved laugh.

"Great to see you too, Cal."

"Did anyone else make it?" Caldor asked as he pulled away. The vulnerability in his voice triggered Idriseth's instinct to protect him, but since there was nothing to protect his mate from, all Idriseth could do was scowl.

Kyra sighed, patting Caldor's shoulder. "A few of us were in the streets when the raid happened. But we all got separated when we escaped Redreach since the guards went after us. I wanted to regroup, but I had no idea where to even start looking. They might all be dead for all I know."

"Aelin?"

"No idea," she replied softly and with resignation. "She was alive the last time I saw her."

"I'm sure she's fine."

Aelin must have been another close friend to both of them, it seemed. Idriseth was only now realizing that he hadn't asked about Caldor's previous life as much as he probably should have, and he couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed of that. Although Idriseth had at least partly not done it because he knew how upset Caldor got over what had happened to his guild.

"Yeah, let's hope so," Kyra said, nodding and letting out a sigh. "So, where are you two headed?"

Caldor looked briefly at Idriseth, his eyebrow raised. "Uh, I guess nowhere in particular. Just trying to stay out of Augerill's way."

Yes, Idriseth supposed that was a good way of putting it. Until they could be sure it was safe to return to the fort, they would have to spend time out here. Not that Idriseth minded that much, but he didn't like not being able to protect Caldor as much as he wanted to out here, especially not while as weak as his human disguise was making him.

Kyra's expression turned angry. "He banished you right after you did that job for him, huh?"

Caldor shrugged, nodding. "It got complicated. But yeah, safe to say, Augerill doesn't like us."

Kyra raised an eyebrow at Idriseth, looking almost shocked. "You're an outlaw, too? You don't really look like the type."

Idriseth frowned, not sure if he was being insulted or not while Caldor laughed.

"You're not wrong."

The dragon wanted to get annoyed with his mate for encouraging this, but he couldn't quite manage it as Caldor leaned in and kissed his cheek. It was nice to know that Caldor didn't see Kyra's presence as a reason not to show affection, at least.

"I helped Caldor," Idriseth said, hoping that it would explain why Augerill might dislike him. If he could just say he was a dragon, it would clear up quite a lot, but that was likely not a good idea. Caldor knew Kyra better than him, so Idriseth would trust him to make these decisions.

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"Okay then, fellow criminals," Kyra said, laughing. "Let's go find a place to set up camp because I haven't slept properly in two weeks, and I feel like I'll fall asleep standing up."

Idriseth had no idea how humans did things like this. He needed proper sleep every day, so he couldn't even imagine doing something like this. But he couldn't ask about it since he had no idea if it would be normal for a human to pose a question of this sort.

"Yeah, sure thing, we'll keep watch," Caldor told her, his tone full of sympathy. Perhaps pity even. But this was very fortunate, Idriseth thought—once Kyra was asleep, he and Caldor could discuss what to do next. And they sorely needed to.

Aside from trying to rob them, Idriseth didn't have a major problem with her traveling with them, and perhaps she could even offer an alternative point of view to Caldor's, which could be informative. But the main problem was that Idriseth couldn't go around pretending to be human for a significant amount of time.

He didn't want to, but even if he did, he doubted he could be convincing about it. He simply didn't know enough to pass for a human. Even some of the questions Kyra had already had would have been a disaster if not for Caldor and his quick thinking.

It wouldn't have been so difficult if Idriseth had at least spent more time with other dragons, but he'd lived in isolation for decades. It had certainly not helped his social skills.

Clearly thinking the same things, Caldor gave Idriseth a meaningful look and a nod before taking his hand.

"All right, let's go."

It didn't take them long to find a clearing in the forest that was both out of the way and open enough for a campfire. It was strange to do something like this so early, but it was a bit chilly, so if they were to sit here, it made sense to let the fire warm them. It did annoy him to no end that because of Kyra and the illusion spell Idriseth couldn't simply breathe fire on the neatly stacked kindling Caldor had collected, and instead, he had to watch his mate struggle with the two rocks he'd found to make a spark.

It was interesting at least, though, because Idriseth had only read about this working. Dragons had no need for tools like this for obvious reasons, so he'd never had a reason to even attempt it.

Kyra was asleep before Caldor was even finished setting the kindling on fire, which Idriseth didn't think had been her intention. She truly must have been exhausted. Idriseth wished he could take off the necklace now and stretch out his currently hidden wings, but he would have to take off the tunic for that to avoid destroying it, and he didn't feel like doing that at the moment since he had more important things to worry about.

"If she is to stay with us, we need to tell her the truth," Idriseth said as Caldor finally managed to start the fire. It was clear his mate didn't want to talk about this, judging by the fact that he was avoiding his gaze, but they had to.

Caldor let out a long, deep sigh, getting up and sitting down next to Idriseth. "Yeah, I know." He put a hand on his shoulder, looking down at the grassy ground. "She might not take it well, though."

Idriseth was somewhat aware of that. He would be shocked to meet a human who was not terrified of him. Even his mate, who knew very little about dragons, had been terrified of Idriseth when they'd met, and he'd looked mostly human.

"I thought she was dead. I still have trouble believing she's alive and here with us," Caldor continued, looking at Kyra with both relief and sadness. "I'm worried she might.... I don't know, leave if we tell her? I mean, that's not like her, but I don't want to risk it."

Now it was Idriseth's time to sigh. This was exactly why he'd originally planned to pretend to be a human in order to find a mate. In hindsight, it hadn't been the best of plans since he would need to spend a few years in human society to be able to mimic human behavior correctly.

But at least he thought he would have found it easier to bear the illusion of humanity that way. With Caldor knowing what Idriseth was, it made it difficult for him to feel comfortable hiding it.

"But she's going to find out sooner or later, so lying is a stupid idea," Caldor continued, looking far too angst-ridden over the situation for Idriseth not to put his arms around him.

Caldor smiled at him sadly, his hand finding the dragon's before his eyes drifted over to Kyra's sleeping form on the opposite side of the campfire.

"You learned to accept me," Idriseth pointed out, not sure what to do to make his mate feel better. Since dragons usually protected each other from bodily harm only, emotions, especially other people's, weren't something Idriseth knew how to work with well. But he was determined to learn.

"I don't know if learned is the right word," Caldor replied, flashing him a grin before resting his head on Idriseth's shoulder. "I didn't mind that you're a dragon. I was just afraid you'd kill me, so the moment I knew you wouldn't, I had no reason not to accept you."

Idriseth stayed silent for a moment as he about it. "My point still stands."

"Yeah, you're right," Caldor said, sighing again and shaking his head. "It's just that Kyra's read a lot of books, and I think some of them were about dragons."

Caldor didn't need to spell out why this might be a problem. It was very unlikely that if Kyra truly had read books about his people, they had talked about them in a positive manner. Not that they would deserve anything else, but it could make the situation much worse.

"I'll tell her, okay?" his mate promised, brushing a hand through Idriseth's hair, a smile on his face. But there was still a sadness in his eyes that Idriseth hated seeing. "Just give me some time to figure out how best to approach this."

Idriseth nodded. He was glad he didn't have to fight with his mate about this, and he understood that this was difficult for him, so even though Idriseth might have to pretend to be human for a while longer, he was mostly okay with this.

They sat in silence for a bit, still holding onto each other while listening to the crackling of wood as it was consumed by fire. But Idriseth knew his mate enough to not be surprised in the least when Caldor broke the silence again just a moment later.

"Hey," he said softly, looking right into Idriseth's eyes. "Do you think it would be possible to somehow find out if any of the others are alive? And where they are?"

Idriseth frowned. The thought should have occurred to him as soon as Kyra had mentioned that more of Caldor's acquaintances might be alive, but he'd had other concerns at the time. "Theoretically. I assume you mean if it is possible using magic."

"Yeah, exactly." Caldor's eyes were now wide and hopeful. And excited.

"There is a spell I know," Idriseth said, hoping that he wouldn't disappoint his mate with what the main ingredient was. "I will need an item the person has touched for it. All the better if it is a personal item of some kind."

Caldor nodded, frowning in thought. "Well, I don't have anything, but Kyra might." Idriseth tried to hide his disappointment at Caldor letting go of his hand as he got up and began to slowly pace around the campfire. "Would a wedding ring work? I know Kyra is wearing it, but Aelin put it on her finger."

Idriseth thought it over, mostly trying to remember what he'd read about weddings in general rather than considering it in the context of the spell. It seemed Kyra and Aelin were much closer than simply being good friends like Idriseth had thought. "Wedding ring...."

His mate smiled at him, nodding. "Yeah, human thing. We give each other rings to symbolize our love. Or something." Caldor frowned again, now looking uncertain. "I'm not actually sure. But it's kind of nice."

Yes, that sounded familiar. Idriseth must have read about it at some point. If he understood properly, it seemed to be quite similar to a mating bite, except not permanent, which was still a strange thought.

"Yes, I believe a wedding ring could suffice, though it might not give as precise a location as something directly of Aelin's."

"That's great news," Caldor told him, grinning and crouching down to kiss him. "Thanks, Idri."

Idriseth couldn't help but smile at him. Being kissed by Caldor always made it hard not to. "If she is truly well-read, she may know that very few creatures can use magic. And humans are not one of them."

Caldor sat down next to him again, sighing. "Yeah. But trust me—if you can find Aelin, Kyra won't care that you're not human."

At the risk of being skeptical, Idriseth somewhat doubted his mate's words. Especially once, hours later, Kyra woke up again, and Caldor had so far not told her about being able to find her...wife. Yes, Idriseth thought that was the correct term.

But then, Kyra was a bit too busy wolfing down the roasted rabbit Idriseth had caught earlier. It had been a nice excuse to put his disguise away for a moment since there was no way he would be able to catch a rabbit with human limitations. The illusion was back now, though, and he was once again wingless.

To think that this whole time he'd been trying to find a way to make his wings disappear and now that he had, he was intensely bothered by it.

"Aren't you guys hungry?" Kyra asked them once she had presumably satisfied her hunger enough to notice that they hadn't taken any of the meat for themselves.

"No, we just ate," Caldor said, waving his hand dismissively before smirking. "Besides, you look like you could eat the whole thing by yourself."

Kyra blushed, grinning in a somewhat embarrassed way. "Sorry, I haven't eaten much in a few days, and—"

"Yeah, we get it, it's fine," Caldor replied, still smiling. Then he shot an uncertain look Idriseth's way, to which the dragon nodded. If his mate was asking if Idriseth minded hunting for them, then the answer was a resounding no.

"Wait, you caught the rabbit?" Kyra asked Idriseth, making him tense up. He quickly forced himself to relax, though, trying to appear as natural as he could.

"Does Caldor have experience with hunting?"

Kyra sniggered, shaking her head as she continued to laugh.

"Hey, I could have done it," Caldor defended himself, scowling, though Idriseth could tell he was not being entirely serious by the amusement in his eyes. "How hard can hunting be?"

"Would you like to go find out?" Kyra asked with a grin, gesturing towards the entire forest with the half-eaten rabbit leg she was holding in her hand.

Caldor shook his head, a smile on his face once more. "Maybe later. We don't need more food right now, do we?"

Kyra laughed. "I really missed you, Cal."

"Same to you, Ky."

Shortening names was a common human thing, it seemed. Idriseth wondered if that had something to do with the limited time they had due to their mortality. And also perhaps the fact that the meanings of their names weren't as important to them as they were to dragons. At least that was Idriseth's theory as to why no book he'd read spoke about the topic as more than just a curiosity.

Interestingly, for some reason, he did like it when his mate called him Idri, even though it rendered his name nonsensical. But then, his name roughly translated to bloodthirsty, so he didn't mind too much that the meaning was lost.

"So, Idri, are you a noble?"

Idriseth frowned at Kyra. That was a very peculiar question. And he wasn't sure how to answer it either. He was the only living member of his clan, so by dragon standards, he supposed he was its leader by default, and therefore close to the human concept of nobility. But he certainly didn't feel that way.

"No."

Kyra frowned, studying him with her piercing gaze. "It's just that you give off that kind of energy. If I didn't know you and wanted to find someone to pickpocket, I'd probably try you first."

Idriseth scowled. She'd already tried to do as much.

"Idri's a scholar," Caldor cut in before Idriseth could say anything, saving him the trouble of having to come up with something himself. "Used to spend all his time reading books." Then he leaned in closer to Kyra, putting a hand to his mouth as he whispered: "He's a bit sheltered."

Idriseth didn't appreciate being talked about like this very much, but it was undeniably true. Of all the ways he could have described himself using human terms, this was likely the closest to the truth.

He couldn't spend much time being annoyed though because his bad mood drained out of him the moment his mate put an arm around his shoulders. He took in a deep breath through his nose, more than a little disappointed when he was reminded that he couldn't smell Caldor's scent well when he was like this.

Human senses were so limited. He had no idea how they managed.

"So, rich family then?" Kyra asked, looking pensive.

"Yes, you could say that." She had no idea how tragically right she was. Although rich families of humans also often hadn't come to their wealth through hard work and effort, had they?

Kyra ran a hand over her face, smiling and looking slightly abashed at the same time. "Sorry, I'm just curious. This probably isn't the best way to find out things about you, though."

Idriseth wouldn't mind too much if she knew what he was, but he would give Caldor more time. His mate had promised to tell her, and he knew Kyra much better than Idriseth did, so the dragon trusted Caldor to handle it.

"If you are concerned about my intentions with Caldor, know that I am devoted to him for as long as I shall live."

Kyra choked on her food, staring at both of them with wide eyes while Caldor laughed and hugged him.

"That's really sweet, Idri," his mate told him, but there was something off about his tone. It sounded more concerned than touched. And quickly Idriseth realized his mistake. A human wouldn't say things like this about someone they'd been with for so short a time, would they?

Even though he'd meant it, he would have to make sure to keep things like this to himself until Kyra knew what he was. And he likely shouldn't call Caldor his beloved, either.

That thought bothered him so much more than he'd have thought it would.

"Blink twice if you're in trouble, Cal," Kyra said, clearly joking, though she did sound just a little serious.

Caldor laughed again. "Idri's just a little intense sometimes." Then he looked Idriseth in the eye, a soft smile on his face. "And it's endearing."

"Whatever you're into," she replied, a smirk on her face. Idriseth felt himself relax a bit, hoping that they'd managed to stave off her suspicion for the moment at least.

"So, where are we going?" Caldor said, clearly just as eager to change the topic as Idriseth himself was.

"I say we keep moving north," Kyra suggested, finishing her meal. "The farther from Redreach we are, the better."

Caldor grimaced. "Sure. But that also means we're getting farther away from whoever might have survived."

"They could have already left." Kyra sighed. "Or maybe there's no one left."

"Come on, don't think like that." Caldor sighed. "We don't need to leave right away, anyway. Don't tell me Augerill has been actively chasing you to the border."

Kyra avoided Caldor's gaze, preferring to look into the fire instead. "No. I guess not."

Caldor smiled at her. "Look, Idri has some money." He then looked at the dragon, as if to confirm that it was okay to offer the transmuted silver to Kyra, to which Idriseth nodded. It was entirely pointless to even ask as Idriseth could simply make more at any time, and yet it was quite touching that Caldor bothered to ask.

"We could just go somewhere for a while and relax. Think about what to do next. Maybe get a decent meal?"

Kyra grimaced, still not looking at either of them. "It's dangerous."

She didn't sound very opposed to the idea, despite of her words.

"Not really," Caldor said, chuckling. "Me and Idri haven't had any trouble, and Augerill knows both of our faces. I don't think anyone's seen yours. And we're so far from Redreach, too."

Kyra sighed, rubbing her eyes and muttering something under her breath. "...Fine. That does sound really nice."

Idriseth almost blinked when she locked her eyes with him, surprised that she wasn't focusing on Caldor instead.

"Are you sure this is okay with you?" She scratched the back of her head. "I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't want to share after, you know, me trying to rob you."

"It is no problem. Money is of little value to me," Idriseth replied before he realized he probably shouldn't have said that. Humans valued money, didn't they?

But before he could grow anxious about it, Kyra laughed, looking very amused.

"You're something else, aren't you?"

Idriseth wasn't quite sure what she meant by that, but him not being human, he couldn't help but agree completely. Not that he would say that out loud, though.

"You have no idea," Caldor said, giving Idriseth another one of his soft smiles that made his heart race. It made Idriseth want to kiss his mate deeply and definitely not stop there, but that would be disrespectful towards Kyra, so he would have to hold off on it.

"I think there's a larger town two days from here," Kyra said, making Idriseth realize that he was still staring into Caldor's eyes. It was still difficult to tear his gaze away, but somehow he managed.

He wasn't sure if he'd seen the town Kyra was talking about on the way over here, but if it truly was two days away on foot, perhaps it had been too far away to easily spot.

A part of him once again had to bemoan the fact that Kyra didn't know he was a dragon. He would be able to fly them all over there in less than a day, but he needed to stay patient. Perhaps traveling the human way would give him a new perspective, as well.

"Great." Caldor seemed both happy that he'd convinced Kyra and annoyed at the prospect of walking such a distance. "Then let's get walking while there's still daylight left."