Devaguea was too tired to do anything but curl up at the base of the bed, and passed out.<br/><br/>He was up early the next day, and began sorting the items, quickly destroying the elixir of love with a blast of flame. He didn't care how much that item was worth or that it was only temporary, the very fact someone had thought it was a good idea offended him to his core, damaged though it was. The two heavy items were a bigger problem, in fact it was such a big issue they might have to come back later for the two heaviest ones. The other ones were cataloged and added to the haversack, though he wasn't surprised if several of the women asked for a dose of the perfume.<br/><br/>Once that was done, he had the group head to the sourthwest, though he expected questions about his reaction to the fey. If the women did press, he simply replied that 'he would talk about it with the other companions, as he had no interest going through the story more than once, especially sober. And the others probably deserved to know it as well.'