Devaguea looked over the lair, before sighing and shaking his head before reporting back to the bodyguards that had lagged behind since they had to travel along the mountains rather than over. Settling before the party, he looked over everyone. "Lair at the top of a tall cliff. While a silver wouldn't be hostile normally, considering the signs of aging they might not be here anymore. I can cast fly 11 times a day, but with six of you, that means someone is staying behind unless Sena transforms into an air elemental again. But that many is hard to evacuate quickly. At most, I can dimension door two out with me. So I suggest Nordri and Sak'bas fly up with me, using my spells, and if we get into trouble, I dimension door all three of us out."<br/><br/>Assuming there were no objections, he cast fly on the two selected escorts, and then the group flew stately up toward the lair, before carefully entering it, the hobgoblin checking for traps.