He nodded to himself, and concentrated, opening up the scrying a bit, seeing if the creature had fled immediately after placing it using magic, or it had walked instead. If it had walked any kind of distance, his spell would need to be recast each time he got beyond his limits, but this attack was not subtle. It reminded him of an exposure device, a curse item that would permanently affect anyone that stayed to long within its area of effect. He gave orders to the avatars, leaving two of them helping dig out the few remaining survivors, though now they had to use magic to carefully cut them out and after that they would help remove the bodies. The third avatar would try and track down the mystery man, though with all possible foci destroyed by the blast, it would be a long and tedious progress but the assigned avatar adored tedious processes.<br/><br/>Done, he stood up, and rolled his shoulders, before looking around for his companions. "Okay, we are done here. Lets go and see your shiny kyn, and I will likely call it a day at that point."<br/><br/>He nodded to Avi and the Ghaeles, who were helping people deal with the mental traumas, before heading back to the alleyway, and teleporting the three of them to edge of the young adult silver's personal range. It was about a mile from the lair proper, and while he could greet them from further, he did not want to be out in the plains. He gave a polite mental cough, getting the silver's attention, before sending his request.<em>Hello, I am Draiss, the Archdragon god. Can I come in and talk with my two companions?</em>