He was listening to Cynthia 'complain' about the rider not being secure without it trying to suffocate her, the tilt being uneven, and how the lances were of poor quality, until he spotted the woman waiting at the edge of the practice tilt. The dragon nudged his companion with a wing, reminding the centaur they were in public. While she was normally quite reserved, she was not shy about letting people know when a joust did not reach her considerable standards, be it the field, opponent, or her trainees.<br/><br/>Devaguea approached the shapely woman waiting at the edge of the field, and gave her hand an amused look before shaking it. "Devaguea, and brave of you. Even among my citizens it is a rare individual that willingly offers their hand to what is effectively a predator."<br/><br/>He released her hand, still bemused at how few hand shakes he had made in his life, before shaking his head. "Well, you have finally met the most unique of the rulers in the River Kingdoms. Is it everything you imagined?"