Devaguea was busy being smug as only a dragon could, having not expected his 'unlogic' to work that well. Though looking around, he frowned as he noted the rather somber attitude of the caravan. He had been expecting a nearly celebratory air to the caravan, but instead it seemed more like they were mourning a death...<br/><br/>The gold dragon immediately face palmed, before sighing loudly. He did, however, lower his voice to talk to Nyrissa. "Perhaps you should take point on talking with them, rather than the being that murdered their patron."