First step to getting Medi back is to find the location of their station.

I glance over at Slade, “Lets split up, we can cover more ground that way.”

Slade gives me a bizarre expression and speaks, “Are you really sure that is a good idea Jervy?”

“Just do it Slade!” I loudy assert to him.

We split up, I take a right turn down an alley, he continues walking forward.

I swear he only sticks around to piss me off, but he is strong so its useful to keep him around.

I could barely hold my own against Sades, would I even be able to hold my own against Arc-Bow in a battle?

I will have a boost in agility due to the lack of armor from my fight with that warlock.

I wonder what the other members of my party from Dirtwater are up to.

I think Redmec is looking for someone?

I’ve still been having nightmares about our engagement with the Orc king.

Back onto the task at hand, where the hell is the mob’s base!

Suddenly I hear a voice from behind speak, “Long time since you got to see my wonderful face Jervis.”

I’d recognize that narcissistic voice anywhere!

I turn around and I see the one who spoke.

“Henry!?”

What is that filthy egotistical half-elf doing here?

“What are you doing here?” I ask him.

Henry smirks and says, “Yours truly was approached by the mafia, and I decided to join them because I thought they were worthy of having me.”

I only have two guesses as to why I encountered him right now.

My first guess is just a chance meeting, but the second one is more grim.

“Hey Henry, were you sent here to deal with me?” I carefully ask him.

Henry’s facial expression went from laidback to serious right after I asked that question.

That’s concerning, his boomerang’s could be troublesome if I have to fight him.

“So you are my target, once again the great Henry solves another mystory!” Henry loudly proclaims.

Shit, he was sent, but why did he not know I was his target.

Maybe the mob was not clear about who I was.

“They told me my target was Redmec, but they also said my target had green hair so something wasn’t adding up.” Henry ever so confidently states.

Bastards mistook me for that tin man! They’ll pay for that!

I let out a loud sigh and ask, “So Henry, are we gonna fight?”

Henry starts guffawing at my question, “Better question is are you worthy of a battle with m-”

I interpret his monologue with a strong right hook to his jaw.

“Don’t mock me Henry!” I declare while shouting at him.

He spits out a tooth and wipes the blood off his face.