Devaguea watches with apparent disinterest, calmly announcing, "Orc bandit bar-ba-que on in the great outdoors, some one get me my special sauce, for there is orc on the menu tonight. No, not really, I was joking."<br/><br/>He jumped off the rock as the fires finally died, and ran his hand along the gold's hindquarter getting her attention, and said, "Well, shall we move on, and deal a warm welcome to any who stand in our path? I think you should avoid the towns for the moment, until you figure out how to be less memorable."<br/><br/>He then walked on singing a rybald song about a shepherdess and an errant knight, and would have been excommunicated if any priests had heard the rather lewd and descriptive lyrics.