Devaguea was happy to see both groups from Brevoy, especially since they were on separate sides of the room. He chatted with the Swordlord representative, who seemed a bit overwhelmed by the size of the city, as well as the lord in front of him. Devaguea was, of course, in his true form, ensuring no one misunderstood the situation as the one elf had. He chatted with Camilla for a few moments, laughing at her comment. "Really? I thought I was an<em>ally</em>of Brevoy. In fact, I still have the charter and it says nothing about colony. However, I do plan to offer my nation as a neutral ground if needed, but otherwise I plan to be as much an ally as I can."<br/><br/>He made some small talk to the Mivon group, admitting that he did plan to expand southward once he had claimed and solidified the Stolen lands, but wasn't going to touch a meter of land they had claimed. While he did like the thought of being the River Kingdom, he wasn't going to force it upon the world. Though he didn't mention that he had time, he could take a century and dominate the other nations economically until they had to join to avoid going broke.<br/><br/>Devaguea's head snapped up at the clamor, before jerking his head at Cynthia, and subtly directing Sak'bas back. She didn't listen, which made him roll his eyes, but he wasn't slowing as he strode for the door. He nodded to Amvarean as she broke off, no doubt to shift to her true form as well if needed, as Sydon and Nordri both fell in on the outer flank of the two taurics. He took the path, not flying as he didn't hear the sounds of battle, but his pace was quick, calm, and purposeful. He only faltered as he finally spotted the reason for unrest, and it took all his control to not immediately snarl in fury. It had been nearly half a century since he last saw armor like that, but even after all this time, he knew immediately what was in front of him.<br/><br/>The actual Herald of Gorum, the renowned First Blade. He knew a little about it, his headband supplied him with information on most planar reatures, and while the being in front of him counted, he knew he was missing things. But he knew it was an opponent that was worth taking seriously.<br/><br/>Then it spoke, and his contempt and anger came flooding back. He didn't respond immediately, simply waving back most of the companions who had fallen in with him, idly noting the advisors had formed groups and moved to prevent the outsider from getting to them without going through at least one group. The only person with him as he approached was Cynthia, her new shiny battleaxe on her hip, and her lance slung along her right flank. He stopped right in front of the Herald, and raised an eyeridge, deliberately playing up his nonchalance to keep the people nearby calm. "First Blade. Herald of Gorum. I find it... unusual that you would be sent to retrieve a cursed blade. And yes, I know exactly what the blade is, I just refuse to concede because an outsider comes in making loud demands. If your god knows anything about me, he knows EXACTLY what my reply to your demand is. So, would you like to try that again?"