Devaguea nodded his thanks to the druid, before following the kobold.<br/><br/>He realized that having a dragon enter a kobold den was the making a bard's joke, but there was little they could do about it. As they moved through it, he took a deep breath, enjoying the play of scents across his nose. Then the largest kobold spoke, and Devaguea's good mode was lost. He stepped up to the kobold that had led them, and simply stared at the kobold speaker, idly flexing his wings to their full span before closing them again and answering. "I will aid you, though I wish to know more of Sharptooth. If they are going to return, I doubt they will be amused at their kobolds needing another dragon's help."