Now that Caldor and Idriseth are together, everything seems to be going right for once. Cal is still bitter and angry after what happened to his guildmates, but he tries to put it all aside, move on, and focus on the new life path that's in front of...
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Caldor fought against the rope binding his wrists behind his back and his ankles together, shaking his head as he tried to dislodge the gag in his mouth. But of course, both were fruitless efforts.
Leaning back against the wooden wall of the large carriage he'd been forced into, he breathed in and out a few times through his nose, trying to come up with some way of escaping, but there wasn't much in the carriage that would help him.
He could theoretically move around, but with his ankles bound as they were, he doubted he'd be able to take even a step in the cramped space without falling flat on his face, which would no doubt alert Zaria, or whoever was keeping guard outside, and end in Caldor being tied up even more securely.
Cal bit hard into the fabric in his mouth, once again pulling against the strong rope binding his wrists with all his might, but all he managed was to chafe his skin. Groaning at the burn, Caldor slumped in his seat.
Kyra had been right, hadn't she? He might not be executed, but he had been captured and was now being used to force Idri into helping Augerill with whatever nefarious plans he had.
Cal hung his head. He couldn't help but feel ashamed of how foolish he had been to simply rush in. Even now he knew he could never have left Idri to his fate here, but the way he'd gone about it had been very, very stupid. He should have taken his time to plan, to survey, but no, of course he hadn't done that.
But at the same time, he couldn't feel too angry with himself. The idea of Idri being hurt in any way made it hard to not want to rush in and save him. And actually seeing them torture him....
Caldor gritted his teeth. He would make Augerill pay for this, for everything he'd done. Killing members of his guild was one thing, since they were criminals, even though Caldor didn't want to give Augerill any justifications, but Idri was innocent. He'd done absolutely nothing to deserve being kidnapped and tortured.
Caldor wondered what Augerill wanted from the dragon. The lord had already gotten the spellbook back, hadn't he? Maybe he'd realized he couldn't use magic and had to force a dragon to do it for him.
Cal would have smirked if the damned rag in his mouth had let him. The thought of Augerill not getting something was rather pleasant. Though his spiteful amusement was immediately ruined by the fact that Augerill now did have a dragon he could force into helping him, didn't he?
And it was all Cal's fault. Idri wouldn't let anything happen to him, which meant that Augerill would get anything he could ever want. Caldor knew basically nothing about magic, but even with the little he knew, he realized Augerill having access to it was bad news.
Despite all of that, though, all Cal could focus on was Idri. Why wasn't he in this carriage with him yet? Caldor certainly hoped that his wounds were being taken care of, and he wasn't being hurt more because if that was what Augerill was doing....
