Donovan strode quietly from the captain's quarters of the ship and onto the deck. He saw Dean standing at the rudder, and made his way over to stand near him, looking around them in all directions. Nothing but the darkness of the lake itself surrounded them though he could see the hazy light of the city they had just left. It was a dim, amber color, which made Donovan think of fire, as well. Part of Donovan hoped for the best for the city's citizens, they were right on the edge of the lake afterall.<br/><br/>"Beautiful night," he said, taking in a breath. Finally, some silence, peace and quiet for a moment, just the two of them without treacherous drow, curious fox-women, enigmatic elves or angry vizier generals in their midst casting threats upon them. "Aza is sleeping in the captain's bunk," Donovan said casually. "She is... interesting. That's the most I've ever talked to a shifter before. She was tired, and I might have 'encouraged' her with a bit of sleep-spell, but she seemed exhausted all on her own."<br/><br/>Donovan walked over to the nearest railing, looking over the edge down into the inky blackness below. "I told her we'd let her go after we were safely away. Keeping her around as insurance. I imagine the same is true of Methuseld," he said. "As for the elf... she's obviously up to something, and I don't think she's here -just- to get in your pants."<br/><br/>"If she really is from Demi, she probably wants something... probably Aza, or Methuseld, or maybe both... something to ransom back to Zozo, to turn a profit. Maybe she'll offer us something low-ball, then demand a mint from their masters," he went on. After a moment of silence, he turned to Dean.<br/><br/>"Methuseld -really- seems to hate us for some reason... do you recall ever crossing paths with her before? Did we slay her lover or something? Did we kick her puppy? I think I'd remember if we'd ever crossed swords with -her-," he added, turning back to look out the direction they were headed. It obviously bothered him, the things Methuseld had said. Not out of fear - no, Donovan truly feared nothing. But something about the -distaste- in which Methuseld had spoken to him had obviously struck a nerve.<br/><br/>"Is the elf still with the general? Do you think she'd try to free her?" he asked, suddenly realizing that the elf and general were likely alone in the hold....