Devaguea was an adult, a dragon, and a sorcerer. He was a master of controlling himself and the beings around him.<br/><br/>He most certainly did NOT pout at being told he wasn't useful. Instead he simply flipped his wings, before nodding to the shore. "Well, perhaps one of my companions, or even the group of us, might be? If nothing else, spending time with others might give you ideas to help. Or we might have equipment for sale that might help."<br/><br/>He didn't comment on the whole 'killed before' thing, as being doubtful would be hypocritical of him as he was carrying a scroll of resurrection on him at that very second. He was also vaguely glad the other dragon couldn't sense the orb thing they had found, as he doubted it would impress anyone, considering who it had last been working for and what it apparently could do.