Well, we went hunting uptown for some of Gerald’s magic. Found his old mansion or something, went poking around the stinky-ass basement, found his secret magic library, jacked his diary. Then some damn water turtle Jaws shit went down. Tough bastard, laid all in and he just ate it ’til he got cocky. Gave us an opening to shove a hand and a damn fog-sword in his brain, then blowed him up pretty good and Drake “convinced” him to join up on contract.
After that we head home, have dinner with Art, and find out Azkaban a real thing in Frisco. Gonna have to take a trip to crash a Council party…