Devaguea nodded, before glancing back at the camp. "Good to know. Well, try to keep your pranks sane in the future. Less likely the 'biggins' will get angry enough to try and catch you."<br/><br/>He shuddered at the thought of how enraged Torak would have been if he had woken up unexpectedly to bees attacking him and honey in his beard, before saying good night to the fae, and heading back to the campsite. Damien had last shift, and the dragon informed him of the pranksters, and what was nearby, though they would still have to map it all. But their new goal was to finish mapping until near the outpost, swing over to get restocked, then start working toward the bandit camp.