Devaguea knew that Nyrissa knew that they were trying to beat a group just behind them, so the ritual should only take a few hours at most. Then he heard a voice he didn't expect, his head swinging up and around. After a moment of thought, he cast Form of the Dragon 1, so he looked like a hatchling gold dragon before bounding over to look for the caller. That it was a dwarven child on her own immediately put him on guard, but after a second he realized she was a ghost.<br/><br/>He paused, before slowly moving forward. "Oh, hi, I thought we were alone here. I am Devaguea, what is your name? Do you live here? Is there anyone else here? Hi!"<br/><br/>He then chased his tail for a moment before giving it a good scratch, and then turning back to the child, hoping his little act had helped put her at ease.