Devaguea frowned, remembering his research into the area the giants had come from, before slowly nodding, only to pause. "Hold the hell up, prophecy is dead with Aroden. How are you foreseeing a blaze worse than the others, as that forest sets itself on fire when it isn't busy puking up plagues?"<br/><br/>Once he got an answer to that, and remembered that Sak'bas had come down on a vision quest, which was ALSO a type of prophecy, he sighed, before rubbing his crest. The dragon king rolled his shoulders, before pointing to the south. "If you head south, you will find the plains turn into foothills and then mountains. Don't head more than a day west, and you won't enter my lands. If you attack any of the centaurs or other plains dwellers in that direction, I will come back. Don't head too far south, and you won't run into tombs filled with undead. We are clearing out undead filled tombs as we find them, but it is slow going."<br/><br/>The dragon paused, before turning back to the seer, this time clearly calculating something as he considered the giants in front of him. "And if you would like to join my nation, we can discuss terms after your people have settled. I will not hold your people's past actions against you, but know that, now that you are on my borders..."<br/><br/>His silver dragon swooped overhead, though still high enough to not actually hit them with her fear aura, and Devaguea gave a draconic smile, half pleasure and half threat. "We watch from above."<br/><br/>Then he released his quickened dimension door and vanished. A minute of work and he was slowly heading to the south west where the nearest group should be. "Lets go let the others know about the new neighbors."