He heads to Prime's world.
"Hey," he says. "I need you to do something."
No, don't worry about it, Turtle. Just barge right into his house and demand something of him, that's fine.
"Correct. Please tell me you have something more to do than stating the obvious to me?"
"Well! You should look for other versions of me. Since I'm a special snowflake so far. Bet you can also find my twin like that, too."
"Isn't it?" Pause. "Also I need a fuckbuddy, none of the girl-me's are takers for obvious reasons."
"It's a problem! All of the other me's get kickass hot chicks to fuck, and I don't have any matching men!"
"Fun, too. C'mon, c'mon, do the scrying thing, old and cranky Edarial! I want to meet a man me!"
Retirement? What's that? No one has time for those.
And then, quite predictably, he finds a Zev. A male one.
He retrieves various mirror sets and informs everyone in their network of magic mirrors of this fact.
"Okay, cool, maybe send one of these mirrors with the letter? In case this one is fresh out of some harrowing adventures and trigger-happy? We didn't attack you but it was kind of a near thing, the mirror will allow non-attacky communication."
"Er. Problem. We just went to Medallion, I don't know about you but I'm still not topped off on mana."
In the background of Rain and Katydid's mirror, there is a maniacal cackling.
"Congratulations, Zevros. Now you get to wait for several days while the mages collect more mana before you get to meet your new alt. I'm sure you'll be very patient."
"... We do have siblings," points out Prime. "If you could convince your alts to help you get to another male you, then it could be sooner."