Devaguea gave a flip of a wing, a draconic shrug, before refilling his mug from his on wineskin. "Honestly, it is nice to talk to a peer. Everyone else is either too invested in their jobs, or too subordinate to open up. Though if you do hear about any dragons in the region, would you mind sending the news my way? Be nice to talk to another<em>dovah</em>for a change."<br/><br/>He included a draconic word just because he could, before taking another sip. "But otherwise, be a good neighbor, and don't make me turn my attention this way. You and Restov share a border with the Wild Lands to the east, and I do not envy you trying to hold back the things that wander in from that direction. And bellow if you need aide. I would rather reinforce you then have to deal with something surging into my lands."