"I had assumed we at least will have someone to talk to. That has not happened."

He can't call Dorchacht's Head Witch someone willing to talk. Nor any of her lackeys. The Resistance, on the other hand, is more than willing but Iskandar has his own issues with them. As much as he does pity the local Monsters, they are not his problem. The city he, Waver and the rest of the so-called diplomatic delegation came from, well, that one certainly is. And he will choose the safety of his own over that of strangers every single time.

"I hardly believe there's anything we can do here. Something that would really make a difference and not just make some of the more faint-hearted or self-righteous souls in our lot feel better about themselves."

Iskandar was called ruthless and cruel many times before and he almost expects that some from the pro-Resistance members of the delegation might call him that too. Still, he has a clear objective and he never hesitates in pursuit of it. That attitude has always served him well. That and one rule he always follows: never enter a battle you're not sure you'd win.

Here, they are on the losing position however he'd look. So there's one thing to do and one thing only. Leave.