Devaguea gave her leave to finish fixing herself up, her armor had a few dents, dings and scratches that would have to be dealt with, but he wasn't<strong>planning</strong>any further altercations. He gave the Surtovan an indolent wing flip, his version of a shrug. "We typically get emergencies like that about once a year, though we just dealt with one back in... the end of Sarenith and early Erastus. So I was not expecting the god to poke his head in. I am hoping that is the last of the issues we have to deal with for a while, that seemed entirely too exciting for the civilians. Seriously, one ancient horror from a forgotten tomb, and they all start running around like lemmings. Nevermind the last four major issues we have had to deal with."<br/><br/>The dragon paused, mentally running over the things he had just said, before doing a more normal shrug. "Alright, so maybe the constant adventuring has jaded and skewed my ability to recognize actual threats to most people. A price paid for getting stronger. But enough about me, lets talk about you. You mentioned being here to see what happened to being a colony. Is that just for the coronation, or did they give you a more... fluid timeline?"<br/><br/>He did make a note to talk with Allison about getting the sword dealt with soonest, as he didn't need Gorum trying to poke his oar in again. He also started making plans to mollify the god if it became an issue, a town to him around the tomb should do nicely. For all that he hated the god personally, he had to admit that it was really just one sticking point. After destroying the sword, Devaguea figured he would be even or even slightly ahead on the grudge scales, so best to start plotting early.<br/><br/>The now dragon king was also planning a trip to Sak'bas' home, using Vesper Rapier and telepathic bond to get a target. Let her meet her family again, see about setting up a small outpost out there with a teleport circle so he could have the liontaurs on tap if he needed more.