Devaguea frowned, before tilting his head to the side. "And none of you recognized it? Cause I thought I was speaking Common."<br/><br/>The dragon rattled off a couple phrases he had used in all the languages he knew, and was surprised when none of them said it matched. Sena DID say that it was similar to Sylvan, but at same time it was nearly impossible to understand. That told Devaguea a lot; mostly that he needed to get back to the Capital and talk to an expert.<br/><br/>At the next clearing, he looked around, and asked if the others could see the four spirits, before sighing in vexation. "Right, now someone is fucking with me. But why show me her? Its not like I haven't met other woman just as..."<br/><br/>His head snapped back as he froze, his mind running half a mile a second. "...Pretty.... a pretty lady, just like the troll warlord called his backer. And the Stag Lord cried out in his drunken stupors for 'her.'"<br/><br/>The duke's gaze snapped back to the spirits, fury in his eyes. "Is this the face of my enemy?"<br/><br/>Devaguea took a moment to calm himself, before nodding to Sak'bas. "Same as before, but I doubt they will attack me. Keep an eye out in case something tries to use my distraction against me please."<br/><br/>A quick shift back to kobold form, and he strode out into the clearing, this time trying to actually listen to his words as he spoke. "Ah, Nymph Queen, we meet again! Might this unworthy kobold have the pleasure of knowing your name? You learned mine, but left so suddenly  that kobold was unable to follow."