Devaguea gave the being a look, before nodding. While his tone wasn't gloating, it was also not particularly apologetic either, though he decided to give a mortal answer instead of the normal fey sort of answer. "Your suspicions are correct, he was defeated and dispersed by my hand."<br/><br/>He had talked with Nyrissa before coming, and knew she didn't have any questions for them, so it was really a one on one conversation with Nyrissa helping referee and mediate. He turned his attention back to the leader, and asked if the caravan had sold a dragon egg about sixty five years back. He very intentionally phrased the question as a mortal would, offering an olive branch to the leader of the caravan, since they hadn't harmed his, and had suffered from his actions.