The three of them had spoken for hours, with Caldor doing most of the talking.
Atticus had barely asked one question, and it had unleashed a flood of stories that he wasn't prepared for. Ember had shot him a subtle glance, trying to warn him, but Atticus had foolishly shrugged it off.
Caldor spared no details, recounting every moment of his time in the military—the parts he was authorized to share, at least. Every fight, every victory, every near-death experience was described thoroughly.
Caldor was especially proud of what he called his "conquests," his romantic escapades during his time away.
"Caldor the Conqueror, that's what they call me!" he declared with a broad grin. "The first time… ah, let me tell you, Atticus, they'll be singing songs about me soon. I was like a force of nature!"
