Devaguea listened tot he report, before telling the elf to get some rest, tonight was going to be very busy, and he wanted everyone at their best. He told everyone to relax, as tonight he needed everything they had, and would not accept anything less than their best. Either they would win, or else they would win. He did wish they had another adventurer or two, but while he was at it, he might as well wish he was fully grown and outfitted. He stayed awake for most of the day, his years as a gladiator slave had made it hard for him to sleep when others were nearby during the day.<br/><br/>While the damaged scales had been shed, giving him the molted pattern of older, duller scales and newer, shiny ones, the mental scars were likely to take a while to fade. Luckily they had done the casting before his rest, so he had all his spells for the assault.