Devageua followed along behind the ghost, waiting for the realization to hit her. He didn't blame Nyrissa for not knowing how to deal with it, he would have been helpless if he hadn't had four children already, even though he wasn't going to be seeing three of them regularly since Cynthia had returned to the herd with them. So when confronted with an overwhelmed child, he had a good idea what to do. The kobold lord gently set down his sad little burden, and then moved over to give her a hug, turning her so she could sob into his tunic. "Go ahead and let it out little one. I was hoping your parents would be here to help you, but looks like we have to get you to them on our own. Don't worry, you will be with them again."<br/><br/>Once she was calmer, he looked around, seeing if there were any bodies lying around, before asking the obvious question. "Is there anything your parents carried that will help us find them? Specific weapons, really ornate armor?"<br/><br/>He realized he might be beyond the ghost's ability to understand, but the only idea for putting her to rest was to put her and her parents in the crypts.