Oh, this is just too easy. Devin had started to get out of the habit of irking people on purpose by the end of his tenure in Keeliai, but now he has a whole new crop of Dreamfolk who don't know him. He could work on building those walls back up, especially while he was stuck here at the Bridge.

There is clear amusement in his face as he listens to Trahearn's credentials, resting his chin in his hand over the armrest. He might even bat his eyes a little. "Should I relate my own resume, or would it simply be faster to find a ruler?" Devin has spent the better part of his free time over the past century reading and studying. "I wouldn't have pegged someone so... ecologically inclined to be interested in necromancy. What kind of undead?"