Devaguea was getting singificantly nonplussed by this Sharptooth, even as he indicated he was NOT them. Once the kobold had given them directions, the dragon sighed, before asking the obvious question. "Where is the shaman?"<br/><br/>Once he had directions, he headed back to the group grumbling about how tarnished his mental image of kobolds was getting. He expected the group to have things to say about his preference to working with them. "Damien, what do you know about the mites?"