The feeling of Talia facepalming in his head made him pause wondering what he had done, before dismissing the thought. Devaguea considered it for a moment, before nodding. "I am Devaguea, and was hoping to find out my lineage! All I know is that I was stolen from my parent or parents nest about sixty five years ago, I have color changing scales, and can breath fire."<br/><br/>Devaguea had ALL the questions. How often do groups meet? Can anyone call a meeting? What constitutes an emergency big enough to justify a meeting? Are there any issues that the entire collective race (all dragons) have decided to just ignore (he very deliberately did not name Tar-Baphon)? How many groups are there and how are they divided?<br/><br/>He did stop after nearly a minute of questions, before pulling out one of his travelling books. "I have a list, if it is alright can we go over it later?"