Devaguea barely flicked his eyes to her, but for that flick he and the lizardfolk had the exact same look in their eyes.<br/><br/>The dragon lordling took most of a day to hammer in the few new rules, and to look over the village as he tried to think of something the lizardfolk could produce that would help them get exposure to other races. He had a few ideas, the weapons they made were good quality but still serviceable, they had a few carvings that were intricate and impressive to look at, but for the most part the lizardfolk simply didn't produce like the other races did. They made what they needed, and rarely something extra, and seemed to live more in the present than with one eye on the future. Still, it was about as productive as most of his afternoon's back in town. The others had gone across the river early at his insistence, more to keep Tig away from the lizardfolk.<br/><br/>He returned as night fell, having spent the remaining part of the day talking with the story-keeper female and learning what he could of his new subjects. The next morning, the party and their rescuee started back to where Tig said his home was, assuming nothing went horribly wrong.