Devaguea glanced at the small blue creature, before dismissing it. It wasn't a kobold, so he wasn't interested in it yet, too busy psyching himself up to dive into a kobold nest that might already serve another dragon. It wasn't working too well, so he was more relieved than the rest of the party when the kobold stepped out. He blinked, before shaking his head hard enough to flap his ear fins. Done getting his focus back, he sat down a short distance from the kobold, a wing gesturing for others to back away, before he spoke back. "I am Devaguea, here to claim these lands as my own. I am here to speak with the tribe and elders, not bring fangs, claws and flame."<br/><br/>Draconic greetings were complicated, needing to convey information quickly. A visiting dragon was expected to state their use or public name, their element, and their reasons for visiting, or it would be assumed they were there to take control of the lair and hoard.