Devaguea took the hectic expansion with a stride that his subjects were starting to recognize as his: with a sneer to traditions and a saucy wave towards sanity. And as he immediately started channeling funds, experts, supplies, and guards in to stabilize the area, he got the result he usually wanted; stability and productivity, with minimal chaos. Or as Talia had grumbled as he breezed his way through concerns, 'it was the most chaotical legal or legally chaotic way to handle things she had ever even heard of being attempted.'<br/><br/>The death glare from Maegar Varn and his soon to be bride was simply a boon to the bounty, though him offering to make it the centerpiece of a holiday had soothed their grumbling, as well as letting them pick a date as far as a year distant.<br/><br/>The next week, though, was utterly ruined by no less than four different parties arriving and... 'requesting' an audience. Luckily, his people were smart enough to inform him through a messenger, and he could delay them a BIT. Protocol was a saving grace, letting him delay as much as a week without insult, and they couldn't push for faster than three days without insulting him. So he talked with his people, his tentative order of meeting being Mivon the first to meet with him three days after they arrived, then Pitax and Daggermark the next day, and Galt getting the last due to the issue of its sheer distance from him.