Amusement. The confederates of Our Carriers move according to their expected course. The Banishers play their hand eagerly and brashly, expecting them to acquiesce and allow complete oversight and authority within these seas. They do not understand these seas.
Deliberation. Threads come together to form the greater tapestry upon the loom. There, We sit. Shuttle shifting with each warp woven into weft. We plan beyond mere obfuscation, mere shadowplay with the unknown and the known. That We become revealed to the more watchful eyes of the darklings is, in fact, an inevitability. Therefore, We seek to place them in a greater predicament than a mere hunt.
Anticipation. You know of the Children of Ishmael. The crude application of their bounty, that which they know to be the Orange Gift, as a trap for those they seek dominion over. We shall work the same through Our machinations. To become an indispensable component of the seas of Gallia, unable to be excised without extinguishing the flame of life within it. Even if We are revealed, they will plug their ears and shut their eyes. Humans are greedy creatures, kindred. It is one of their greatest weaknesses.