Devageua whirled toward Sydon, no amusement in his eyes. "Sydon, I have spent YEARS trying to get Amvarean over her terror of that black. And she STILL outright refuses to talk about what the black did to her. Considering it took me years to trust you all enough to talk about my history thirty years, aboutish, after the fact? And knowing what I do about blacks, means that it might have taken WEEKS for Amvarean to die? Yes, keep talking about things you know nothing about it."<br/><br/>He shook himself, taking a deep breath. Both were members of his hoard, and Sydon ran his mouth to hide his fear. So he turned to address the whole party. "I get it, you don't like this place, no one in the party does. Congratulations, you are all SANE. Sadly, this place doesn't reward the fact. Your senses and familiarity with the material aren't aligning, because this place was made and/or ruled by a nymph that lost an integral part of her soul. It is made to fuel that paranoia and terror in the back of your head. So acknowledge that fear, and then refuse to let it control you. This place wants us at each other's throats, that is how it wins."<br/><br/>The dragon turned kobold looked about the clearing, before arcing a bit of energy across his claw tips. "Right, found the first area, lets clear it and see what it does for the local area. Remember, nature spirit, so enemies are just as likely to come from the lake as the forest."