Devaguea shook his head. "Hardly, making sure they aren't as likely to challenge us during or after the war. I have no problems assisting them, but other than the initial infusion of funds, they did damn little to help."<br/><br/>The lord nodded, listening to the report, before sighing as Talia finished. "Talia, remember what Camilla looks like when she turns into a dragon, what Amvarean looks like, and then look at me. I look like some kind of half dragon caricature compared to 'true' dragons. Even wyverns are bigger and more physically powerful than I am. I suspect it is due to being starved, both elementally and physically as a hatchling, and that without resorting to rather... extreme oversaturation of magic, the debilitating effects will be permanent."<br/><br/>He gestured with the envelope, as he opened it. "This will hopefully avoid me having to do something extreme. I have already run my idea past Allison, Nyrissa and Stroon. All three of them agree that asking for more advice is better than me trying to bull ahead with my method. My method would likely work, but it would probably send me into a coma as my body struggles to deal with the sudden growth of muscle, the aligning of my bones, and the correction of my magic starved organs. It probably won't kill me. Probably. We all agree on that at least."<br/><br/>