Devaguea spent a lot of the time during the walk looking around, when he wasn't making the occasional gallow humor joke because of the atmosphere. The fact the psychopomp knew all of them, and even gave him a few more, only made the situation more hysterical to the dragon. Sadly, they had to stop once Anke pointed out she was never going to heal him again if he made another bone joke. His retort of it happening over her dead body went right over her head until the psychopomp snorted, at which point Devaguea had to fly to avoid the irate healer. The problem was solved by having the little bastard travel on the big bastard's horn, though Anke could be heard muttering she hoped he shat on over Dev's horn.<br/><br/>Once at the local hub, Devaguea glanced at the women, seeing if they wanted to take point, before standing and speaking. "Yes, Allison was communing with one of your fellow psychopomps about us getting some help to get rid of a certain blade? We already dealt with the First Blade trying to reclaim the damned thing, I just want it gone at this point and not able to threaten anyone else."<br/><br/>He gestured to Ovinrbaane on his chest, still wrapped in a rough and heavy travel cloak, and ignoring the projected rage from the blade.