The combat was hectic, frantic, and very very reactive for the only offensive caster in the group, but as he held the sword Briar in the gut of his apparent adversary, Devaguea could only breathe in relief as the unconscious nymph collapsed to her knees. He quickly supported her head with one hand, turning her body and the blade to rest comfortably as he waited for the blade's intelligence to finish returning to its host.<br/><br/>Anke's question made him glance over, where he manfully ignored the knowing looks from Camilla and Sak'bas as he set the nymph on the ground. "Hardly. Remember, someone separated her from her empathy and love. I doubt they are amused that she lost and got them back. Keep an eye out for anything approaching. I doubt that was everything she had, and we will still probably have to clear out the rest of the trash. Nordri, see about disabling traps, but don't wander too far. Anke, if you could help me keep Nyrissa alive, but unconscious until the sword finishes?"<br/><br/>Done giving extra orders, Devaguea took off his greater hat of disguise, and slipped on the cyclops helm that he had borrowed from Cynthia. Thankfully, he had not needed it to incapacitate Nyrissa, but the dragon suspected he might need its power soon.