The explanation sounded weak to his ears, and undoubtedly would to anyone the least bit knowledgeable about the Hedge. Just what kind of idiot did Tickle take him for? He took a half step closer to the wizened; cold winds of his mantle whipping through the air, filling the space between them with brilliant leaves and crackles of lightning. "Because it's so difficult for anyone to simply make a new one? I mean, how could a Fae ever find a doorway and a glimmer of glamour. How about we stop and consider that you went missing before Crunk broke his oath and brought the Ear here, that one of your figurines almost lead to a man's death before that incident as well? Your claims are ringing hollow..."