[He rubs the bridge of his nose briefly, unsure how he'd even explain all of this nonsense to his fellow Convocation. The possibility of other worlds is known, that bodies can be changed is also known, tampering with souls too a possibility but this! Well, it would surely touch off debates that would rage for decades.]

Give it time. Mayhap he'll suddenly turn up one wet evening as we have. Ah, here we are.

[And indeed as he'd suggested earlier there is the scent of incense, soothing and not unpleasant, burning in the window of some worn home. He has no problem stopping right beneath that selfsame window to take advantage; corruption was an ever present concern, and one he took very seriously.]

... For all that this star seems intent on forcing unwanted transformation upon us, at least it grants methods to mitigate most of it. I wonder if these incenses might have a similar soothing effect upon the tempered.