Devaguea didn't mind them taking care of him, it was being overly so about it that annoyed him so.<br/><br/>There was a brief pause, as Devaguea processed exactly what she had said, implied, and just now had not said. After considering his response, he slowly reached over, and grabbed her arm, not exactly being able to reach up without trying to stand on his hind legs; he could stand on his back legs, but they were still moving for the day. "Sak'bas-ma'tet, did you just imply you are NOT taking care of yourself?"<br/><br/>After her reply, he took a deep, calming breath, before looking at her. "My orders for you. Eight hours of rest, eight hours of guarding me, eight hours for yourself. I am authorizing you to train a squad of guards when you get back to ASSIST you in guarding me as their sole duties, since you consider the normal guards... inadequate. I would like for you to be a company commander if we ever go to war, but that means you need to be taking time to improve yourself. But if all you want to be is a common guard, then please say so."<br/><br/>The dragon count looked over the area, and frowned for a moment before shrugging. Clearly he had a slightly better starting position then they did, even if digging Varnhold out would be a logistical nightmare. His group entered the town from the north, his leader of invitation ready to be used if they were accousted.