Devaguea glanced up as Akiros approached, before finishing the slope he was sketching. He didn't think the group would be moving tomorrow, not with the new person, so he was taking his time with the sketching. After a moment, he finished the hill, and looked back at the former bandit. "If you want to leave, you may, but I know you had an opportunity to help us when you had no reason to, and you took it. In this case, if you say you didn't know she was down there, I believe you. I suspect Talia and Erin will be asking about... who indulged down there. If what you said is true, only the stag lord was down there, though tomorrow you, me, Torak and Damien will be clearing the entire basement, making sure no one else is down there. Assuming you stay, of course."<br/><br/>He put away the charcoal, the night was now dark enough he was having issues seeing much, even with his darkvision. His notebook quickly followed it. Done putting his things away, he stood and shook out his wings, before looking back at Akiros. "I said this was a land of second chances. So if you leave, I hope that one day, you find that next chance you are craving."<br/><br/>The dragon then jumped down from the wall, wings spread to glide toward the fire, and get his share of the dinner before heading toward a pile of blankets from the bandits that didn't smell like shit, piss and sweat, and curled up before falling asleep. He had midnight watch, after all, and needed what sleep he could get.