Devaguea just leaned against the wall, waiting, before rolling his eyes as the glitterdust came out. KNOWING that Nyrissa had likely briefed her minions about him in particular and the group in general was the only thing that kept his temper intact. Still Nordri hadn't been hurt, and about half the traps were disabled judging from where his outline had been when it had been enspelled. So all they had lost was a bit of time.<br/><br/>For some reason, that thinking didn't help much, as he turned to Camilla. "Camilla, dear, feel like raging, casting fly, going up the outside of the tower, and then tearing that being's testicles and dick off?"