Devaguea agreed to move slowly the day they left so the pain would finish easing, but figured that they might fare better if they moved about rather than lay still or mostly still all day.<br/><br/>Then they got to the center of the mire, and he stared at the empty hollow, his wings twitching slightly, before turning his gaze to Sena. Flickers of flame ran up and down the blue crystal in his forehead, and his scales were slowly shifting to red, but his voice was pleasant and soft. "Sena, please find the tracks of the creature that came here last, please. I wish to... discuss my displeasure with them. Though if they are already in the party, then you have had your fun, please say so now."<br/><br/>The thought of not getting the treasures the cursed tree had guarded, in spite of the pain and suffering his hoard, er, companions had gone through, was making him absolutely livid, but it might be something easily cleared up. If it was a fae, he was going to be very upset with them, especially since he had done what they could or would not.