"Hey Mumbo?"

Mumbo jumped a little, dropping the redstone block he was holding, which set off his new redstone machine and of course, it blew up prematurely.

"Oohhh... Should I come back later?" Grian stood behind the Redstoner awkwardly.

Mumbo laughed a little. "It was still in it's testing phase, so this was bound to happen. What brings you here?" He turned to face the short builder.

"Oh, uh, well I have a hunch on my whole 'Fae' thing, and Iskall, Scar, and I agreed to meet in front of iTrade before going to talk to Xisuma about it. I popped by to drag you along."

Mumbo looked back at his machine. "I mean, I'm no longer in the middle of anything so..."

"Great!" Grian grabbed Mumbo's hand and pretty much dragged him though the nearest nether portal.

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"Grian's a bit late." Scar leaned against the iTrade sign. Noon had set in about ten minutes ago, and he and Iskall were still waiting on Grian.

Iskall tapped his foot. "He's really never late, whatever's keeping him must be important- Oh! speak of the Devil!"

The 'Devil' in question had hopped through the portal, Mumbo in tow. He gave a cheeky grin. "I guess I do have 'devilish looks', don't I?"

Scar laughed and replied, "I mean, you did just come from actual Hell, so-"

"Don't encourage him Scar!" Iskall said, trying to suppress a laugh.

"You're the one who said he was the Devil!" Scar shot back, chuckling.

Mumbo cleared his throat. "Devil or not, Grian said you guys had a hunch?"

"Right. I guess we head off to find Xisuma." Scar said. "Any idea where he might be?"

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They'd checked his base first, of course, but he wasn't there. Another few hours of looking and they discovered him on the Civil War battlefield, patching up a section of the fence that encompassed the area.

"Hey guys, what bring's y'all here?" Xisuma asked, putting down the last bit of nether bricks.

Scar explained what they'd talked about last night.

"So, pretty much," Grain summed up, "We think it may be because of a server-changing glitch, from when I first came here."

"While that is a possibility, I don't think it's the cause. Server-changing glitches are rare on their own, but the rate for something to this extent is barely perceptible." Xisuma replied quickly. He also gave a knowing glance to Scar, which both Scar and Iskall returned. Mumbo also noticed, glancing back and forth between scar and Xisuma with a bit of confusion on his face.

And Grian, bless his heart, was too distracted by Civil War nostalgia to notice.

"So, uh... If It's not a server change, or a mob, or a block, what could have caused Grian's sudden development?" Mumbo asked, hoping to get an answer that would explain Scar, Iskall, and Xisuma's silent conversation that they seemed to have.

Xisuma found himself in eye-contact with Grian. Scar had made him promise not to bring his theory up around Grian until he was sure it was true.

"I honestly don't know." Xisuma lied. He didn't like lying, but it was a white lie. For Grian's sake. Hopefully.

Grian paced a little, his pointy ears twitching. "While I have been practicing magic, I've come to a bit of a dead end. I can do the magic, sure, but it hasn't revealed anything to me or whatever."

"You've been practicing magic?" Xisuma was a bit surprised at that.

Iskall nodded. "Yeah, how's that been going Grian?"

"Well, I can't do much, but I've figured out a couple handy tricks." Grian snapped his fingers, and suddenly, his horns disappeared. "I've mostly been practicing this spell called 'glamour' where I can make anything on my body, whether it by my clothes or hair, look different to others. I've been practising it by hiding my horns, though I can probably do a lot more. With a lot of concentration I can also make myself invisible and..."

Mumbo listened to Grian ramble on. He really could talk someone's ear off if he wanted to. Mumbo found himself worrying about Grian's mental health. The poor Faerie had gone through a lot, between the mansion incident and the Atrium incident. And while he had taken a little bit of time to 'mentally' recover from both, he was back to his peppy self rather quickly, and that worried Mumbo. When Grian wasn't being peppy, he was always anxious or paranoid. The others may have not noticed as much as Mumbo, but the mustached man had knew Grian the longest, and could tell something was off.

"-and that's about it! So yeah, I'm not very good at any of the spells besides the Glamour one." Grian finished.

Iskall glanced at his watch. "Oh! Is that the time? Sorry guys, I have to go. I've got a meeting in ten minutes."

"Huh. Now that I think about it, I promised to help Cleo with something this afternoon. I should probably do that." Scar mused.

Grain laughed. "Sorry about the rambling, you two should head off. I should start heading home as well."

Mumbo nodded. "Same here. I hope we haven't kept you too long Xisuma."

"Oh it's no problem. Bye!"

A messy takeoff and a few rockets later, Mumbo was soaring towards his base.

And as he landed inside, he made a mental note to talk to Grian tomorrow.