Spencer was apprehensive, standing in front of the tower door with his grandfathers' staff in his hands. Would Rasmodius still be willing to help him after what happened in the mountains? Did he even want to find out?

His eyes drifted to the side, stopping when he saw a pitch-black tree by the tower. That was enough for him. He took in a breath and knocked on the door.

The door opened by itself, which only made Spencers eyes roll as he stepped inside, seeing Rasmodius working at a cauldron.

"You know it wouldn't kill you to answer the door yourself."

Rasmodius looked up, his eyes drawn to the hardwood staff, "I see you have reconsidered."

"Not for you, however. Your friend gave me a little insight on to how bad the problem was."

"Of course he did," he stepped from his cauldron to walk towards Spencer, gesturing to the staff, "May I?"

Spencer handed it to him. Rasmodius took it and brought it closer, "It's been years since I last saw this. Where did you find this?"

"My grandfather gave it to Linus after he separated himself from the valley."

There was almost a look of hurt in the wizards eyes and he stared at the staff longer, "I see…" He handed it back to Spencer, "Does he have the shard?"

"No. That my grandfather decided to make me go on a treasure hunt for."

"Of course, he did," Rasmodius groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Nevermind that, we'll worry about that later. Have you had any luck with the Juminos?"

"Just as much as you would expect," Spencer started, "After my grandfather backed out the Juminos got upset-"

"As they should be."

"You know, if you're going to give me a hard time about my grandpa I should just go."

"Wait!" Rasmodius reached out as Spencer turned for the door, "I'm… Sorry. What about the Juminos?"

"Well, they want to make sure I'm serious about the prophecy, so they're going to have me find gifts to give them that hold 'the true essence of the valley'."

"I see. And how do we do that?"

"Great boost of confidence there, Wizard. They told me I would have to 'Listen to the Valley'. That was it before they disappeared."

"Listen to the Valley…" Rasmodius paced, trying to come up with an answer, "What do they mean by that…" He looked at the bubbling cauldron, "That's it!" He motioned for Spencer to come closer, "This potion has ingredients from the valley. Maybe the potion is the answer."

Spencer gagged at the smell, "I don't think that's it."

"Forest moss, carmeltop mushrooms-"

""Whatever that thing is?" Spencer pointed at a mysterious blob.

Rasmodius excitedly grabbed a cup and filled it with the contents, "Here, drink this!"

"I am NOT drinking that!"

"What harm could it possibly do?"

"So much!"

"I have this all the time. Just drink it."

Spencer stared at the green gunk. It bubbled in a way that made Spencers stomach churn.

"You're connected to the valley. This should help you."

Spencer grimaced, "Fine," he snatched the cup from Rasmodius's hand, gagging at the smell once more, "Lets get this over with," He pinched his nose and downed the contents. It tasted worse than it smelled.

Both men stood in silence for a while.

"Well?" Rasmodius asked.

"I'm positive this isn't what the Juminos were talking about."

"How can you be so sure?"

Spencer responded by vomiting the potion to the floor.

Nausea still persisted as Spencer plotted himself next to Shane at the bar, covering his face with his arms as the world spun around him.

"Too much to drink before you got here?" Shane asked dryly. Spencer only responded with a rather obscene gesture.

Shane groaned, "Speaking of big middle fingers…"

Spencer moved his arm and moved his head to the side, but then lifted it up when he saw Morris talking to Mayor Lewis from across the room, "What is he doing here?"

"Probably bugging him about the community center," Shane shrugged as he took a swig of his beer.

Spencer whipped his head around, "What?!"

Shane almost coughed, "Jesus Christ, Spencer!" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "Don't scare me like that!"

"Why does Morris want with the community center?"

"I don't know? For some sort of warehouse? The place is abandoned, no one has used it for years."

But someone is, was what Spencer wanted to say. He looked back over to Mayor Lewis and Morris, who were deep in conversation. Spencer strained to hear what they were saying.

"It's an eyesore, Lewis," Morris spoke, "What good is it?"

"I just can't right now, Morris," Lewis shook his head, "It doesn't feel right."

"So you're just going to leave it there? Taking up precious space from this already small town?" Morris leaned over, "We can go higher with the price, you know. Or maybe you have one in mind? Come on, ten thousand? Twenty thousand? How about thirty?"

Lewis took a deep breath, "I don't want to talk about this right now," He looked to the side, then back at him, "I'll tell you what. If one more person in this town buys a Joja membership, I'll sign the papers."

Morris gave his signature shit-eating grin, "Well," He picked up the pen and paper, "It was pleasure doing business with you, Mayor Lewis. You can expect me soon enough."

"Spencer!"

Spencer jolted and turned towards Shane and Emily, who were staring at him worriedly.

"Spencer we were calling you for the past two minutes! What do you want to drink?!"

"Uh… nothing… I…" He turned around, seeing Morris had left, "I guess I worked too hard on the farm today… Excuse me…" He stood up and left the saloon, relaying the conversation in his head.