The Stroon problem was turned over to Allison and Tina, as those two would be dealing with reeling the mage in without him. All he needed to know was if they succeeded, and what they had learned.<br/><br/>Devaguea watched the flower grow with fascination and awe, admiring the new flower in front of him, even its thorns, slowly reaching out to the plant. Until it crumbled into dust, and he unconsciously let out a creel of disappointment and sadness. "A pity, it was something truly unique for a moment. And that made it incomparably beautiful. And maybe the common people will eventually leave me, but so far they have given me the time and chances I needed. So that is a concern for when it happens."<br/><br/>His head snapped up at the new information, before smiling slightly and taking an exaggerated preening stance, clearly enjoying his part as the dashing hero. "Ah, a game for the fae, is it not? And what is my prize for doing well, and making you actually put in effort for a change? A powerful ally? Or a beautiful advisor, or something more intimate? Because if I had to guess you race... I would say... not a dryad, otherwise you wouldn't be concerned with all the Stolen Lands. A Leanan Sidhe, or perhaps a nymph, no one expects such a beauty to possess such power, despite all the tales warning of fools thinking them easy prey."<br/><br/>At her lack of reaction, he gave a shrug. "I knew we would be encountering fae in the area as we expanded, and wished to ensure we offended as few as possible. I had hoped to get one to advise me, but so far all we have met is a few of the more common variants of the fae."