At any given moment, on any given day, we may slip from one to other depending on the situation, surroundings and the company we keep.
Mibbitwiss seems to be stuck within the confines of evil. My options to save my brother are limited. We traveled to Busby Stoop. I hoped to gain answers from the ancient one and the Great Oak, but it was not to be. Oxworth took care of that. The history of the dwarfs are lost.
So, with trepidation in my heart, it is on to the next tidbit that might change my brother back.