Devaguea nodded, before giving a slight bow to the smaller dragon. No sense being rude to the eyes and ears of the local fae court, especially since he was planning a lair in the area. "My thanks for the information. If we encounter them, they will not trouble the locals more."<br/><br/>The group headed west, the two-leggers enjoying their horses, and the horses definitely not enjoying Devaguea staying close to them. Once they had some distance from the faerie dragon, he glanced up at the nearest rider. "Damien, your thoughts?"<br/><br/>He would get to the others after, but the druid had looked like he had something to say.<br/><br/>(heading to D6, assuming I counted correctly)