Martin may not have understood everything about magic, but men of a practical turn of mind have a way of looking at things to simplify them, understand them and if they're lucky solve them. Take for example arguments, they work on simple cause and effect a lttle efficent line of reasoning that keep philosophy graduates baffled for years when any old mechanic could come along, point out the faulty part with a cheery "There's your problem." Everyone one knows that while academics burn through chalk on complex physics equations only the janitor bothers to come along and check the working. While prehistoric day dreamers watched the birds and wondered what it would be like to fly, it was the practical man who settled for the wheel.
And Martin was nothing if not practical, occasionally to the extent of pragmatism, while the world around him was blantantly fantastical he remained stubbornly mithered in what he thought of as 'reality.' And as he saw things there was a simple chain of cause and effect. They must find a librarian, not a normal one a magic one. To find anything you need to look and to find something rare you need to look in an awful lot of places. The more eyes you have helping you the better. He dropped the rat to the floor and started to test his plan with his familiar.
'Say Mutt remember when you chased that cat, and it got shit scared. We saw inside it's head, then it saw the rat that got shit scared too so we jumped across to that.'
'I know what you're thinking human, don't be stupid. We're not that powerful.'
'Yes, but half the magicians in the US are in this room. We just need a jump start right?' Martin picked a licquirice from his bag convinced this would stump the demon.
'No, what? Atleast try and be helpful'
'No, you would see things as a rat understands them. Not as it sees. It would mean nothing to these people'
'But what about those boys you scared in the hay barn,' Martin's mental projection quivered slightly, it was not a treasured childhood memory, 'They were afraid and I saw what they saw'
'Whoever was at the heart of something like this would be driven mad' was Mutt's mute reply
'Aw, how sweet of you to care,' he could tell Mutt's interest was peeked, he had seen him glance at the she wolf as well, he sensed it was more than spite. What did he know?
'I think she communes with more than one spirit'
'You heard that? I didn't think I thought it out loud'
'You'd be surprised how many of your behind thoughts I hear'
'What even the one about...'
'Yes, even that one' Mutt cut across him, 'it's not your fault you have a simple mind'
'So we have a candidate now, how bout some more constructive criticism'
'Well you'd need some connection to all these people, being as you can't sense them normally,' but now he was looking at the gypsy girl by the bar
'What can she do then?'
'I... I don't know yet'
Martin had never heard Mutt stumped before, 'let's skip that one for the moment what else?'
'Well, if it was a boost of our abilities alone it works on fear. They'd all have to be terrified'
'What if we get this dream out to them all, somehow? Even the Baron's scared of that'
'I'm not sure if that would even be possible, but if you could it may work. There's another problem all the people here are scared, yet we can't see into their heads because they subconciously guard their terror with magic. What if this Librarian doesn't want to be found?'
Martin gave a physical shrug as well as a mental one and ripped Bertie Bassets head off. 'We look for the clearings not the trees'
'Was that meant to be deep?'
'Martin, you do know this plan is insane'
Martin gave a bitter laugh. 'I was cursed by a pixie. I made a contract with a devil where I offered him three wishes so he'd help me catch rats. I'm sat in a coffee shop with atleast one man claiming to be a voodoo god. And I'm talking to a dog. This plan is the crazy thing?!' Mutt's answer was a simple, 'Yes.' Well here goes what respectability I have left thought Martin standing up, he made a noise that was like a vaccum cleaner being ran through a guttering in full of Autumn leaves. The fist raised to his mouth was the best clue that he was probably clearing his throat. He croaked once or twice experimentally, then declaredin a voice larger than he felt, "Err, I've got a plan. Sort off," it wasn't quite as grand as he thought it would be, but hey. These people were desperate enough to listen to anything.