Shyka nodded at Devaguea's response, glancing around the place. "Hmm, yes, it would seem to be a bit of a problem, wouldn't you say? Now, it'd be simple enough to simply undo this damage, and restore your city as it was... but that's not how things play out, is it?" he said, a chuckle following the words. He paused and considered, as if choosing his next words carefully - and as he did so, his form shifted, to that of a wizened, older, dark-skinned woman, hunched over, where the male figure had been standing tall. Despite this, she spoke with the same voice, as she said, "The cup does not yet run over. Seek the place where three things were taken, such that three things may be given, in exchange for three services." She paused and considered more, changing shape to that of a gnoll, then added, "Three days will be the gathering hence. We will be waiting."<br/><br/>With that cryptic message delivered, Shyka smiled, waved jauntily, and vanished - not with a flash of of spellcasting, but as if they simply no longer existed.