Devaguea smirked. "Sounds like a plan to me."<br/><br/>He slipped free of the far back position by simply going under the table, and then using a quick mage hand to grab his drink. He let Baron Varn lead the way to a nearby but open table, and took his seat with some difficulty. "Sadly, no one has figured out how to make a chair for beings with a tail without it just being a stool."<br/><br/>His drink was honey mead, with very little actual alcohol, so he should be good with just the one mug. Once both were settled, he looked at his peer, and raised an eyeridge. "So, obviously I am doing damned well across the mountain, but you look to be having some issues here. Lack of lumber seems to be the biggest problem."