[Don't call or email. Alright. Writing is out of the question, because sensation has yet to return into his right hand. Three Librarians, two Naturals and one Market-Goer faced with a relic protected by ancient magic - they would have given their kingdoms for someone familiar with the Occult.
Yes, Cal has touched it. Has tried rather and then he's tried something the old lady taught him, but must have missed a step or something. So, yes. He is more than just 'stupid enough' apparently. He makes a call to someone he once knew and asks a favour - she'll be compensated when he returns.
The next morning, a small boy with dark hair and blue eyes, not older than ten years old, runs up to the Merchant on the street and hugs his knee. Tilting his little head back, he smiles at David, says, "Not flying horses men 'cos really shtupid, sir. Sorreh!" And then he runs away, back to his mum who promised him ice cream. A small hand waves 'bye bye' to the stranger.]