He actually felt some relief that he wouldn't be dealing with official spies immediately. He wanted to have at least a month without having to deal with the politics of other regions, as once it started he doubted it would ever stop. Devaguea added his signature to the page, officially giving him a lair, land, and minions, and suddenly felt very... draconic for lack of a better term.<br/><br/>The young dragon wasn't surprised by the controlled reactions, he had been wandering around town for almost half a week at this point, so he simply let them bask in the presence of a superior species, before heading in to mingle. Still, being the size of a large dog had its disadvantages, as it made getting to the snack table difficult, let alone getting something from it. Finally armed with plate and some of the tastier finger foods (all meats with a few breads that actually smelled somewhat edible), he headed out to actually mingle, knowing that a dragon without something to eat would likely make the less spinal-ly endowed cretins nervous.