Devaguea stared at the gnome, idly curious as to why he hadn't heard about the sheer ego the gnome had. He was in front of a dragon, and spoke in contempt of their lair. Clearly he either didn't possess any survival instincts, or was stupid. He resist the urge to issue a subsonic growl, and instead simply turned, heading to the 'planning room.' They hadn't bothered coming up with a more elaborate name, as the room wasn't really that complicated. It was as rough as a room could get and still be a room, the only really quality parts were the walls and ceiling, and only to keep the weather off the important documents and maps being stored in it.<br/><br/>He entered the room first, Akiros holding the door for the gnome, and Devaguea got around the other side of the table, shifting the main map to the center of the oddly shaped table, looking like a shallow v. "So, what are you doing here, Jubilost? I doubt you are here to see our... almost unique experiment."