Devaguea looked up at Talia's pronouncement, before sighing. "So soom fool turned the bandits loooooose before figuring out whom was who. Typical of most palaladins, detect evil, kill everything. Only one I killed was his royal basturdless Hadraniel himself. He let me out first, turned his back on me, and then had the... the stuff to look confused when I knocked him down and ate his throat. Had his brother cut me open so he could draw pretty pictures. And others he took pieces out for pootons or some such birds. And other times nobles would be allowed to hunt me on neighers back."<br/><br/>He paused, finding it hard to think, before suddenly leaning to one side, the slowly building slur in his voice gone as he carefully spoke. "Sak'bas-ma'tet, I do not mean to alarm you, but you are furry."<br/><br/>The dragon paused, before speaking very clearly, even as his claw grabbed a small metal bucket from under the table. "I believe... I drank too much."<br/><br/>He then ducked under the table to vomit up the three small cups of wine he had consumed, before incinerating the contents of the bucket before it could start stinking. Once he took another drink of water to wash out his mouth, he shook his head, waiting for his stomach to settle. "What did I say after cursing paladins? No offense to you Sak'bas, but at least two watched my matches and didn't even try to do anything about me."<br/><br/>After getting a summary, he nodded. "Right, not much to say left then. I spent about three years heading north, before getting walloped in the face with a thrown sack of gold by some old human with the flier about the Stolen Lands on it. Any questions?"