Devaguea smirked, and gave her a boop with his wing, before turning to the master of ceremonies. He gave the man a look, one that started at confusion, but quickly morphed into surprise, a quick flicker to contempt, before diving quickly into studied neutrality. "Very well, Our self and Our champion will visit him to see what he desires to discuss. What time did he set aside for discussing this... minor issue?"<br/><br/>Once they got back to his pavilion, he handed his hat of greater disguise to Nordri, before requesting Cynthia's. "Nordri, get out there and start hunting for information. I want to know what the locals think of Irovetti, and what his reputation with them is. Avoid drawing attention or causing issues, I will likely have orders for you tomorrow."<br/><br/>Once the others had dispersed, heading out to handle bets, get the information requested, or see the sights, but everyone now knew their was something rotten lurking underneath the flash of gems and gold, and the glamour of the tourney, leaving him and Cynthia. He turned to his knight made champion for the tourney, and settled down on his pad, not trying to pressure Cynthia more than she already was. "I am curious as to what you think of Irovetti's... 'request.' If you want to try, I won't think less of you, but if you don't, I will cheerfully tell him to find his own... No, actually I won't, he might target the tribe for kidnapping. I will suggest he try his own stables for a suitable mount."