The first thing Mumbo did after he was discharged was force Grian to sleep. The poor Faerie had pulled nine all-nighters, and had about twenty phantoms after him.

The next thing Mumbo did was help Ren clean up the makeshift brewery.

"So you finally got Grian to sleep, huh?" Rendog asked. Once the cure was created, Ren had gone back to his former self. "I'd say he needed it. He was talking to himself the morning the cure was made."

Mumbo frowned. "Talking to himself?"

"Well, yeah. Technically, he was talking to the book, but the book's an inanimate object so..."

"Can I see the book?" Mumbo asked.

"Yeah it's in his camper."

Mumbo walked over to the camper and retrieved the book. It was definitely inanimate, but he had an overwhelming feeling that he should take it back to his own base. Mumbo resisted it, and put the book back. He had a gut feeling that he was doing something wrong, but he decided it's best not to meddle in things he doesn't understand.

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Grian lied on his bed. Mumbo had been discharged last night, nad practically forced Grian to sleep once he found out about the all-nighters.

He remembered what Mumbo had said as soon as he could talk. Those words had sent a pang of relief through him. Mumbo wasn't mad at him at all.

But he'd hurt someone nonetheless.

Grian sighed and sat up. He had a promise to keep.

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Communicating through a book was annoying, the hours of just doing nothing were starting to get to him.

But this was his best bet.

To be fair, the nickname "Booky" had stuck. It was kinda stupid, but kinda funny at the same time. Booky grinned, though he had no mouth.

Of course, when the guy with the mustache had picked him up, he panicked a little, worried he'd been found out. But he kept his cool. He waited and waited, knowing the faerie would show up soon. It was a simple task he needed done. Of course, Grian wasn't an idiot, but he had been desperate, and from what information Booky had gathered, Hermits always kept their promises.

And it wasn't long before Grian sat down and asked Booky what he needed.

Booky chose his words carefully. "I just need ya to toss out a couple of feathers for me. In a specific place!"

"Okay... Where?"

Booky hesitated, this was the important part.

"There's a secret area, I call it the console island. All servers have them. Only accessible by the Admin."

"Okay?"

Booky continued. "I just need you to get up there, find the rift between servers, and toss a couple of your feathers in. That's it!"

"Alright, I'll go get Xisuma-"

"NO!" Booky snapped.

Crap.

"Why not?" Grian sounded quite suspicious.

"Uh... That doesn't concern you."

"So how do I get there then?"

"You gotta steal Xisuma's communicator. Then you can teleport yourself there."

Booky prayed Grian would accept the task.

"That's it, right? It won't hurt anyone on the server?"

"This simple little action won't hurt a soul." Booky promised. And he wasn't lying either.

Grian sighed. "Alright. Guess I'll have to wait until Xisuma sleeps, so it could either be done tonight or late next week, depending on when Xisuma decides to go to bed."

"I can wait, but a promise is a promise!" Booky reminded Grian cheerfully.

Yes! Might take a bit of waiting, but my task is practically done.

Booky went mute again, eagerly waiting.