The woman who walked through the arch towards the first few lower steps was definitely NOT who or what Donovan had expected. She was a lithe woman of elven kind, dark skinned with white hair. A dark elf, for certain, which surprised him somewhat. As Dean had indicated, she was indeed 'pretty', but these simple observations were -all- that the two men knew about her.<br/><br/>She must have sensed their presence as she froze in place for a moment, then suddenly pivoted to face them, her sword drawn. She seemed to stare at them for half a heartbeat, surprised? Shocked? Donovan did not know, but then she snarled menacingly and waved her hand, a short gout of blue flames fanning in front of her impressively. In an instant, Dean interposed himself between Donovan and the woman, almost as if he had been standing there the entire time. The blue flames washed over Dean, his body shielding Donovan from them in the process. Still, Donovan had the impression that the drow had used that attack as a sort of 'warning', more than an outright assault.<br/><br/>"Wait," Donovan whispered, laying a hand on Dean's shoulder in an effort to keep him still for a moment. "I don't think she is Sozo. If she was, she wouldn't bother with 'warnings' or weak attacks. And we'd already hear the guards coming," he said, though his eyes never left the white-haired woman.<br/><br/>Dean's words had already told the drow why the two men were here - but the way this woman reacted, Donovan had a pretty good idea she wasn't supposed to be here, -either-.<br/><br/>"If you've come here to rob the place - so be it, but as my comrade mentioned - we're here for the jewels and nothing more. Perhaps.... we might pool our resources," he offered, though he could still feel the tension in Dean's shoulders, and the whisper of a few spells was already on the tip of Donovan's tongue, in case the strange woman did not seem too keen on 'teaming up' with the two men.