Caleb's eyebrows rose over his drink. "Oh, yes. Sorry, I'm all over the place. Yes. We beat Vokodo. Remember what we saw? The Astral Sea? That is where we ended up. That was our final fight. Okay-"
He rubbed his hands over his face. The problem with having such an impeccable memory was that he then had to find a way to cut it down into smaller, more manageable chunks.
"That nothing was the Astral Sea. The city in it was Aeor. But before we left we had Traveler Con and you opened a bar and we found that there had been a rift that had brought people from all over Exandria to the island, yes? The Traveler was just a bored Fey and he nearly got his bottom handed to him by one of the actual gods-" So much had happened. Stick to the important stuff.
It took a while, but he slowly filled Beau in on Vess and her ties with the Tomb Takers, how they had found Molly's body missing, meeting Lucien for the first time (though he kept out a lot of his feelings regarding that, just as he skipped happily over most things to do with Essek) and his intentions to bring back the city that had long been cast into the Astral Sea. Their treks across Eiselcross, load stones, finally making it to the living city.
There Caleb paused, looking across at Beau, almost peeking through his fingers at her. He hadn't even touched upon Trent or Beau's kidnapping. To be honest, he wanted to cry right now. Now that it was all spread out in front of him it was so enormous, and he felt so small and weak, it seemed impossible that he had survived. And now he was here in this strange place, and Beau didn't know the half of it, and Molly knew even less, and Molly was here and not trapped in the body of a megalomaniac and it was A LOT.
"I am such a mess, Beau. Your Zemnian was coming on well, though," he murmured, forcing a smile. "You will forgive me if I wallow for a few moments?"