The dragon gave a shake and stretched his wings, before snapping them shut to turn to the noblewoman. "Duke Devaguea, a pleasure to meet you."<br/><br/>He bowed over her hand, making a show of 'not' kissing it, before straightening back up. "If you will excuse me a moment, I need to oversee us getting ready to go home. Would you mind riding on the magic carpet with our healer? Otherwise it will be walking."<br/><br/>Once the extra loot was stored, and the two beings not walking were on it, the group headed to the south, back toward Fort Drellin, or whatever it was called. The carpet was low enough to allow for easy conversation, and he talked with the noblewoman on the trip back. She had been dispatched by the Five Kings to form good relations with the sprawling River Kingdoms, and had been ordered to start at the northern ones. She had chosen Fort Drellin to start, but had been ambushed about twenty miles west of the fort by the barbarians. Her guards had been killed, her maid servants and sister had been dragged back to their homeland by the majority of the barbarians, along with most of her possessions. Rusilkia had no idea why she had been taken into the tomb, but after seeing what remained of the leader's kinsmen, she could guess it was originally as a sacrifice. Still, she was lacking funds, support, and her appointment as diplomat was to get her out of the kingdoms, so she doubted she would get support from home.<br/><br/>Devaguea listened to her story, before slowly nodding, and made a show of considering his next offer. "Do you have any plans, or are you open to suggestions?"<br/><br/>He had three, she could be his advisor on all things dwarven though that would not mean much until the dwarves contacted him back, she could join his household as seneschal as he really needed someone to ride the housekeeping staff, or he could help her get back to her people in exchange for agreeing to help represent his nation's interests among her people.