The Magic Crafters were puzzled. The Dream Weavers shook their heads.
Spyro was gone from their realm was all they could figure out.
The Peace Keepers growled, hunting alongside the creatures of the Beast Makers. The Artisans got their heads together and spoke in low tones.
They needed to find where the fabric of their world was torn. Did he slip through, or was he pulled through?
In the end, they figured he had slipped through somewhere in the Artisan's Home. As such, representatives from each guild were chosen, volunteered; they would band together and scour the edges until they found a way to follow.
So they searched. And waited.