The unexpected calm would only serve to reinforce Devaguea's paranoia about the attack, but his companions, advisors, and son kept him sane. A significant amount of time was spent pouring over the maps and old history accounts, trying to guess how the coming war would be fought, but the plague they had gone through eventually convinced him that trying to predict them would be a fool's game. Instead, he would go with his gut, and focus defenses around the cities, focusing on the capital in particular.<br/><br/>His companions, though were upping their training for what he hoped was the final push. Camilla was spending a lot of time talking with Devaguea and Amvarean, learning how to be a full dragon, when she wasn't learning her newest weapon. Sak'bas was learning how to use Briar with one hand. Sydon and Nordri were on their usual training. But for the last slot, Devaguea was having a problem choosing. Sena was the traditional choice, but he wanted a dedicated healer for the final assault on the enemy stronghold, and while Sena was many things, she was not a dedicated healer; Anke was.<br/><br/>But all that was a problem for later; for now, he just had to wait for something to happen.