Okay but now Sadde wants to kiss Terel and maybe reciprocate.

Great.

Eventually it's time to clean up, and Terel to sleep. Sadde can stay of course.

Sadde: loves Terel very very much.

Terel is rapidly heading in that direction! "I can probably say so and mean it by the time we've planned to turn me, in fact."

"You keep saying things like that, I'm gonna have to kiss you again."

He does, just to prove he can.

"Mmm, kisses are always good, but alas I have a somewhat lower kiss saturation cap for boy you and also I really should sleep now."

"Kiss saturation cap," he giggles. "But yes. Sleep well, love."

He does.

They leave for Windvale to go see Nils the next morning. Terel would rather have an airship ticket than be zoomed over long distances, sorry Sadde?

Sadde thinks this is a reasonable preference and is also filthy rich.

They can get seats on a fast courier then and not spend too much time in transit.

It's sleekly aerodynamic, has four very loud engines, and a top speed of just over sixty tiles per hour. They'll be in Windvale in three hours and a bit, and the captain swears that forty five minutes of that is departure and approach procedures.

Sadde does not have preconceived notions on how fast airships are here, he takes that at face value. And he snuggles his mate to the extent that's possible and desired by said mate.

"Sixty is really really fast. If it actually can do that it's very impressive."

Snuggling is not particularly possible. They have a cabin but it's very spartan to save weight, and also inhabited by a napping businessman.

Oh well. Shame.

"If my maths is right it's actually about as fast as a car's maximum speed where I'm from."

"Interesting. Aren't they a lot slower than your aircraft?"

"Yeah. I'm not sure what speeds commercial aircraft reaches but at least three times that? And military aircraft breaks the barrier of sound."

They have an interesting chat about aerodynamics, speed, and transportation in general on the way to Windvale. Trains seem like they would be a good thing to import. Nobody here invented them, what with airships available.

And eventually they land and can go visit Nils.

This involves hailing a cab-equivalent rather than fussing around with public transit or spending a while walking through the city. Though Terel wants to cruise through a shopping mall later, as long as they're here.

The address Nils gave is an unlabeled warehouse and has a 'no trespassing' sign.

But Sadde has such great hearing doesn't he?

Also, apparently, magical security systems. The warehouse is a black hole of sound and scent. Nils' scent is around the entrance though.

Okay is there a place to, like knock, or something? If not he'll just call.

Calling seems to be called for.

"Oh, right, you need to actually get in. Hold on I'll come and show you around..."

He's there in a minute or two. "Hellllo again Sadde, and mysterious Mr. Perfect Match."

"This is Terel Kaland and he is in fact perfect. Terel, this is Nils."

"Hello, Nils. I'm actually studying golemcraft - or, I was until I figured out I could try and replicate the things Sadde's heard of - so it would be fascinating to see your control systems."

"The ones that don't touch on my security system, sure. Got to have some elements of paranoia held in reserve you know."