Devaguea simply minded the pot, not particularly concerned now that the 'experts' had seen to her. As far as he was concerend, it was just further proof the bandits couldn't stay in control, and that him ruling here was the best choice. With that thought in mind, he rummaged around in his sack, before pulling out a small note book and a charcoal stick. He then headed over to the wall, and began sketching the surroundings in the notebook, getting an eye for the land, so he could start planning how to lay out the city that would form around his lair.