Devaguea didn't care if the fae had influence or power, all he wanted was to know if the lack of fae, in spite of the stories he had heard, was normal. Though being hero worshipped was just odd for him, he was used to either being ignored or gruffly thanked and then pointedly asked when he was leaving. Even the people living in his territory tended to just greet him before moving on with their day. He was grateful for their knowledge of the area, and mentioned that there would eventually be a town due east in about a year, so at very least they would soon have more mortals to interact with.<br/><br/>Devaguea looked at the crumbled ruin, before nodding. "A fort, maybe even a castle before it was abandoned. But we could definitely use a fort out here. The Slough isn't far, and this would be an ideal place to force trade through. Hmmm, need to..."<br/><br/>His voice trailed off as he pulled out the rough map he had been using, a fairly large piece of hide that he fire scored notes onto, as well as the map. Once done making his notes, he gestured to the ruin. "Might be a lair, stay together, and try to not wander far. Last thing I need is someone to stumble into an owlbear nest or a brigand camp. Or something worse."<br/><br/>He took to the air, getting an overview as long as he could see the party, though if they went under any roofs, he dropped down and walked with them. They would clear the ruin room by room, no sense leaving something behind to ambush the workers when they finally get out here.