"Hmm... there's been rumors of silver dragons in these parts for years. I haven't seen any, myself, nor heard any credible reports that couldn't just as easily be explained by clouds, but I'll certainly see if I can't investigate. For now, we're... content with just carving out our own piece of territory, and expanding slowly, though if we can get those failed mines turned into quarries, things might pick up, here."<br/><br/>The next couple of days passed fairly quickly, as Maegar Varn and Sarianna led his group around the holdings, showing off some of the sights, and discussing the local politics, sharing information on foreign countries that they had; Varn had a better knowledge of Galt and its activities, and eagerly shared. Eventually, though, he had to leave, and make his way back to his own territory.<br/><br/>As they drew close to the capital, Devaguea could see smoke rising from his city - more than there should be! Hurrying back, they'd find fields torn apart, trees uprooted, livestock slaughtered, and a pall of smoke hanging over the city itself.