Devaguea stared at the ones staring at him, before flickers of flame began dancing up and down his crystalline 'horn.' "Please, dragons thrive on grudges."<br/><br/>He doubted the remaining crows would bother them, but if they did come back, he had a fireball ready for them. Now that the massive murder of crows had dispersed, the group could continue looking for evidence as to what had happened.