Devaguea read the note, before adding it to his journal. Nothing new, but nice to see it had been going on long enough that the oldest story was WELL older than the lifespan of the 'normal' races. That didn't mean it was a nymph, it could be a dragon, an outsider, or even an undead, but every story they added to the pile just made the evidence all the more damning.<br/><br/>And then the report came in, and the dragon duke, soon to be king, rolled his eyes. "See if any of the advisors can identify the damn thing based on this description. We will be going with Sak'bas, Cynthia, Sena... Akiros, and Sarianna."<br/><br/>He glanced at Sydon, who had an eyebrow raised. "You are on advisor guard duty. Akiros is probably fuming about losing a patrol, Nordri is busy with Kesten about the northwest, and having another source of healing, as well as Sarianna's arrows, might make a difference."<br/><br/>Then he had an annoyed meeting with most of the core bodyguards and advisors that made everyone annoyed, but Devaguea did agree to not go himself. Instead, the final group was Sak'bas, Cynthia, Sena, Akiros, Korima, and just to make sure it was dead and done at the end of the fight, Amvarean also was attached to the group.<br/><br/>So he sent off the adventurers, and then sulked about the castle, doing his job and grumbling about not being allowed to do the fun part of the job any more.