Peter did not come back the next day. Or the day after that.
But Asmodeos was not going to search for him! If Peter wanted to explore, then he had the right to.
Besides, the system had been sending messages such as: Quest or Vanish; I know where you sleep; and his favorite: Brains.
So, Asmodeos contacted Mike through their new link, only for a woman's voice to answer.
"Mike? What happened, dude?" Asmodeos asked.
"I am Mike's wife, Martha," the thunder bird said. Asmodeos gulped.
Was Mike in the doghouse? Chained up and with only a loaf of bread to keep him company?
"I'd like to speak with Mike, please," he felt like a small child, asking permission from his friend's parents.
Which was strange because he was about 300 years old, and Mike, and he were no friends.
Their relationship could best be summarized as a tic which was lodged deep inside one's skin and had to remain there, while one went on a quest to find a doctor.
