Everyone had to prove their right to live on this plane from time to time, seems this was the tide again. A lack of understanding and compassion, on both sides. He hoped that Bris was alive and getting it done, since his own plan wasn't going too well.
Maybe they had to break it down to smaller numbers and groups, as usual. However, he had no idea who he could trust, and Master Enzo was away a lot. He could ask Maran, perhaps, but he had no idea where to find him anyway.
And among the multitude of paths, the chances to find the right one got worse and worse. He had to be in too many places at once. Keeping both sides from doing harm. Seeing to it that not too many children ended up as slaves, which were called differently here, but in the end, it was the same. Words. Words cannot feed you. At best, they can teach you how to feed you. He needed to get the various sides to work together. There was still the problem of Rael, Briardusk and so forth.
So he continued to talk. Talk, talk, see, find out. Used various disguises in the cities, while among his friends and in nature he could walk without a second skin.