Mumbo sighed as he made his way back to his base, his mind reeling. Was he too hard on Scar? It felt cruel, but then again, the wizard never answered his questions- wouldn't listen to logic. He felt torn. Guilty. Was he searching for reasons to justify his words or was he in the right this time? He didn't know.

He really needed a distraction from everything that happened in the past few days but doing anything felt like too much effort.
And so he found himself sitting in a minecart, on his way to Grians base.

In the back of Mumbos mind, he knew that Grian wouldn't be there. But maybe- just maybe- he would, and Grian would give Mumbo a huge smile and lead him around his base, showing off the build and everything could go back to how it was before.
Wouldn't that be nice?

Mumbo shook his head to clear his thoughts, stepping out of the cart as it pulled up to Grians base. The message he sent earlier was gone. Maybe Grian was planning on helping. Before all this happened.
Mumbo steeled himself and looked up.
It looked destroyed.
The few redstone circuits Grian had build were totally wiped out by thick vines that came in through the windows and walls. Dust hung in the still air, as if the build was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen but it didn't know what. Mumbo waved a hand through it, and it swirled away in the light.
He didn't know why he came.
Maybe just to see for himself that Grian wasn't here. It felt wrong to be walking about in the hobbit hole without the energetic personality of the prankster filling the air.

Out of the corner of his eye, Mumbo spotted Grians parrot, curled up on his perch, the vines not having disturbed it.

"Hey Professor Beak." Mumbo said softly, reaching a hand out to the bird. "Guess he didn't have time to grab you."

The bird chirped, nuzzling up to his hand. "Why don't you come stay with me? We can wait for him to come back together." He offered, letting Professor Beak make himself comfortable on his shoulder before moving on. He chirped happily once he was situated and Mumbo suppressed a giggle.
"Impatient, just like he is.
"Let's go see the damage, okay?"

Yes, he was aware that he was talking to a parrot, but it was better than going mad on his own. He felt like he couldn't trust Scar and no one else knew what happened. Mumbo was caught between worlds, stuck with knowledge no one else possessed and an inability to act.

"Hey Professor Beak? Did you know about Grian? Could you see what he really was?" Mumbo asked, not really expecting an answer. The bird tilted his head at Mumbo, letting out a chirp and went back to preening his feathers.
"I'll take that as a no."

The trap was destroyed, vines bursting through the floor and decimating the circuitry, twisting around the bars until they snapped open to let the faerie out.
Mumbo walked around the cage as if it held the answers he was looking for, uncertain what question he was even searching to answer.

But something caught his eye.
There, glittering on the floor of the cage right where Grian was tracing lines in the dust, were runes that hadn't been there before.

They swam in Mumbos mind and he frowned at them. It was something Grian left behind, but why? No one else could see the message, and Mumbo couldn't read it.

And then somehow, inexplicably, it clicked, and Mumbo could understand the runes. They felt familiar in a way he couldn't describe.

"Come find me." followed by a set of coordinates.

Mumbo smiled, scritching under the parrots beak. "Well that settles that, then. Guess we need to get ourselves some wings, don't we Professor Beak?"