Devaguea wasn't far from the city, on one of the hills that his small town would eventually expand to cover, and was flumped out on a large rock more like a rug than a proper dragon. He was really enjoying the feel of the sun on his scales, though he was keeping his ears open so he wouldn't get shanked by an opportunistic bandit. Still, it was a bit surprising to suddenly hear someone speaking to him, and more importantly blocking his sun. He slowly open an eye and gave the speaker a stink eye. "I am Devaguea, yes. What issue do you have? And please move to the side a bit, I was enjoying that sun beam."<br/><br/>He already was ready to take to the sky and cast mage armor if his surprise guest wasn't friendly.