Devageua followed along behind the centaurs, trying to not admire the callipygian view in front of him. Several views in front of him, actually. While he claimed to appreciate most female forms, he found quadrupeds like himself to be the best view, rather than the bipeds he had been spending most of his time around. Still, other than him softly humming tunelessly to himself, he hid his enjoyment well enough as he followed their guides.<br/><br/>Though he was curious to see how the centaurs reacted to his own tauric, once they got to the camp.<br/><br/>Once in the camp, he got comfortable near the fire, preening slightly at all the attention. After all, he was a handsome, if small, drake, and a literal herd of powerful, athletic females always perked his day up. Or it would have if it had ever happened before. As it was, he quickly had to focus on one female in particular, and stood up, moving around to sit in front of her, before giving an elegant nod, as he responded in sylvan. "Greetings, I am Devaguea, and my companions are Sak'bas, Korima, Sena, Nordri, and Sydon. We have been tasked to investigate the disappearance of the entire population of the town of Varnhold. And while we found enough clues to send us in this direction, we know your tribe doesn't have the inclination to strike in such a fashion, with magic instead of honest strength. I was, however, hoping you would have some idea as to what may have happened.<br/><br/>And we come bearing gifts, taken from those that ransacked the town after it was deserted."<br/><br/>He pulled out the sack containing the spriggan leader's head, not bothering to hide the bloody bottom, and then carefully removed the bow that Nordri had identified as Normen. "I do believe the latter belongs to your people, and the former might do better decorating a banner pole or such as warning to future thieves."<br/><br/>Diplomacy 33 (+17)