'Tis not an uncommon thing, I'm afraid. People talk about a movement only to sit on their proverbial laurels waiting for someone else to make it happen.

[He reaches out to drum his knuckles on the edge of the wagon, smirking slightly as he looks over the fabrics. Tending to the comfort of the natives and Chosen is a lovely gesture. Quite possibly a pointless one as well, if these glitches end up destroying them all.]

Most are likely afraid to leave their homes in this madness.