Micah left Potato Pot with more questions than when he entered. But he was still mostly satisfied with the results of his expedition. He still didn't know who was behind Stumps, and he had been cursed, but he had at least gotten rid of the immediate threat to his subordinates, money, and business.
Now, he only had to do something about the curse that the bartender said he had been inflicted with. Hopefully, Baldas would show up soon, so he could do something about it.
Micah walked along the streets, wondering about what Baldas was up to since he would usually pop up and check in when Micah was alone.
"Hey, Micah, my man! What you've been up to?"
However, it seemed like Baldas was done with whatever had caused him to be away for a little longer than usual. Micah turned to look at Baldas, who joined up with him and started flying next to him.
"More like, where has my supposedly trustworthy assistant been when I needed him?"
