Donovan had long ago become accustomed to Dean's various appearances. If this had been the first time he'd met the 'man', Donovan would feel a bit intimidated, a bit worried. But it was Dean, the Dean he knew, and ultimately, Dean was a part of him, a reflection of himself to some degree.<br/><br/>Donovan snorted at Dean's short description of the were-fox. "Indeed she is. She has an odd way about her, for certain. She seems to enjoy touching... and cuddling," he said, shaking his head a bit. "And sleeping."<br/><br/>Donovan's attention was drawn as Dean mentioned Methuseld's personality  having changed. Could his words have had some effect on the woman after all? Somehow he doubted it. Perhaps Dean had put the fear of the gods in her? No, somehow Donovan doubted that as well. "Somehow cursed and manipulated, but now free? That's rather interesting...," he said, nodding to his darker counterpart.<br/><br/>Donovan chuckled the most though at Dean's assessment of the elf. "I see. She seemed rather... interested... in exploring such possibilities. I hope that you enjoy her fully - but are -careful- about it," Donovan urged. "She might bear strong magics, and she works for a crimelord of no small power," he said. "If you've put them to sleep, I shall check on the general in the morn. I will leave the elf in your capable hands. And the fox...," he shook his head. "I have a feeling she's going to do whatever she wants to do..."<br/><br/>Donovan glanced up at the small single sail that billowed out slightly, the weak wind moving the craft, but not all that fast. "At this rate, it'll be late tomorrow evening before we arrive, so we have ample time to relax and recover, and prepare our guests for their return to their masters that they both seem to so eagerly desire," he said.<br/><br/>"Then we will be free, and can begin our work with the stones."<br/>