Devaguea's tears had dried up LONG before this, so all he did was stare at the being in front of him, waiting for an answer. When it became clear he wasn't getting one, he sighed, dragging a paw down his face before tapping the sword against the headstone until it shattered. He stared at the hilt for a moment, before wrapping it back in the cloak and putting it in one of his pouches. The dragon king then gave the creature a bow. "Thank you for your help and time, Imot."