Devaguea FELT the words the 'not-vision' uttered. He gasped as the words rocked him, and it took a minute to get his breath back after the vision faded. The dragon jerked his head forward, gesturing for the group to move up. If someone looked to be starting to discuss what they had seen, he growled before shaking his head. He wanted the group out of this world before the real things showed up. He had so many thoughts,<br/><br/>The plants were dealt with by liberal usage of steel, the dragon showing remarkable restraint by not using his fire indiscriminately. Last thing he wanted was to piss everything off by starting an inferno.<br/><br/>He was in the back of the group when they came across the next vision, and had to quickly order the others to one side as Hoots was standing directly over the goblin. He frowned as he stared at the nymph, wondering what the change of her physical form meant. Before she had been delightfully curvy, a treat upon the senses to behold her generous, motherly figure. Now she as lean and lithe, still beautiful, but there was a sense of threat, like watching a female predator stalking prey. It was intriguing to behold, poetry of muscles and power in motion, but there was a hint of threat that the hind brain couldn't quite shake off; amusingly, it did accent her leaner build magnificently, as several of his companions had the same feeling, but nowhere near as strong.<br/><br/>Once they got past that vision, he relaxed a bit, and glanced back at the clearing as they kept moving, relating what he had seen and heard.