He'd be a fool to turn down help from any source by this point. Already birds are in flight to Starkhaven, Ansburg, Ostwick, Wycome, and Tantervale, urgent requests for humanitarian aid. No one trapped under the stone rubble will last for very long if they're not already too injured to survive. "Easy enough. You have my word. I've no desire to spur a quarrel with Minrathous." That's the last thing they need.

"We're going to need them, too." He nods toward the other mages. "As many as are willing and able to help move rubble. There are so many collapses." He picks clumsily at the buckles of his gauntlets until he can tug them free and set them on a side table near where they're standing. His hands look strangely white in comparison to the rest of him.

"Do you think you can help keep them organized? The loss of the First Enchanter is going to impact them keenly if it hasn't sunk in already."