He nods, his hands still around Cerulean, before saying, "I don't know, our raft did its job quite well, and we would have figured something out. Though how well we will be treated after arriving in elven boats is debatable. I can summon a spirit to ask any questions to, but it would be better if none of you were here during that. The spell is one of the same school as my animate undead, and Maura seemed to find that unpleasant for some reason."<br/><br/>He nodded to the druid, radiating amusement at his pretended ignorance. If they do agree, he retreats to his room to let his conscious wander a bit, after sealing his room off from the others, and then descending into his laboratory. Once there, he carefully explored for information concerning the alliance between Tiamet and lizardfolk, as well as any cultural quirks he needed to know about, like defeating any lizardfolk in combat, if they survived, made them his servants. That thought brought a smile as memories flooded back, but he would amuse himself later.