He was easily able to support his dragon, still keeping his extra casting abilities from being a god, though only the lower half of them, but it was enough to help her. He directed her down to the nearby hills, using a spell of invisibility to keep the villagers from seeing a blue dragon land, and then helped Cerulean off, and then offering Tyra an arm while she steadied her elven form. Once Aveindha had her wings hidden, he made sure everyone was using the same story, and then cast dimension door a couple of times appearing within walking distance of the town. He directed Cerulean to stay close to Aviendha, and Tyra near him, putting the two strongest with the two weakest, though he figured all three of them had figured out what he was trying to do, judging by the bland look that Tyra was giving him, and the slightly apprehensive one from Cerul as he explained the reason for not using his personal plane, again trying to avoid trouble.<br/><br/>He summoned up some magic mounts for everyone, and fell into the second rank, behind the two obvious fighters, and nodded to the women as he entered the tavern, looking around and heading toward the barkeep. He thought he could remember the region, having passed through it on the way to the Maralith's keep/castle, and remembered that they had been slightly xenophobic then, though gold had a tendency to loosen them up. He asked for two rooms, and got the only two rooms that connected to each other, and four meals, before suddenly gipping the counter tighter than he had, wondering why he felt a shiver run down his spine. He headed back to the table the other three were at, and sat down against the wall, Aviendha with her back to the crowd, Tyra to the right, toward the nearest wall, and Cerulean toward the wall with the front door.