Devaguea rolled his eyes and left Nyrissa have the enjoyable experience of blasting undead, while he examined the area. Thankfully, he could read dwarven, and had talked to Rusilkia about her home and people extensively, so knew enough to ignore certain areas entirely. The first place he directed them to was the guard armory right by the entrance, because that would tell him how prepared the dwarves were for their opponents, as well as if the opponents came in from the front door or elsewhere. Once that was done, he followed the signs to the living area where families were to see if there were any survivors, but that was only to poke his head in and yell once in dwarven, 'any survivors?'<br/><br/>He strongly doubted it, but there WERE dwarven legends of cities partially falling to enemies but holding on for decades and in one case even centuries afterwards before finally falling or being relieved. If there were no signs of active resistance or living beings, he would quickly retreat from the area mostly likely to have undead swarming it, and headed for the royal quarters and their personal vaults.