Dean just -had- to go and say something about the newcomer's breasts. Donovan's eyes lowered for a moment - silently agreed with Dean's appraisal - then cursed himself for falling for that trick so easily. The elf asked if her boobs were too big, and Donovan had to bite his tongue to keep from actually -answering- her. She introduced herself as Luana. Dean didn't seem too impressed, seeming to prefer two women and two men. Donovan counted in his head... with Luana, it would be two women, two men... and a fox.<br/><br/>Dean's warning made Donovan sigh. A plauge? Really? Well, that might keep the guard and the regular citizenry busy for awhile, which would only help them with their movements away from the place. Donovan didn't ask any questions about it, because he simply didn't want to know. But then Dean dropped the real bomb on him - the fox was a -shapeshifter-, and Donovan's eyes snapped to meet Dean's, wide and suddenly very worried.<br/><br/>"Shit," Donovan said, and turned and dashed back around and through the door into the hold of the ship. "Bring her! But let's go!" Donovan -thought- back to his companion, as he made his way back to the room where he found the fox sitting in the corner where he had left it, and Methuself laying on the hammock where he had left her, as well. Donovan's eyes narrowed... both the fox AND the woman-warrior looked -far- to innocent for their own good. He'd re-check Methuseld's bindings soon enough, but his eyes turned and leveled towards Aza.<br/><br/>"So... you're a shapeshifter, and I was the only one who didn't know," he said. "You understand everything we've been saying, and you might -look- like a fox, but you're a LOT smarter than that, aren't you girl?" he said. NOW it made sense, why the little fox seemed to be so important to the vizier. Shapeshifters weren't exactly a common commodity, and having one with that sort of ability could be really handy. "That's why he sent -you-," Donovan said, turning his gaze back to Methuseld. He sighed deeply, moving to rest his hands on his hips. "Well, if you both play along nice, we'll set you both free soon enough, and you can run back to your guys' master as quick as you like... but not until we're safely away from the city. Now doesn't that sound fair?" he asked, turning his head back and forth from Methuseld and Aza, as if either of them would answer him.<br/><br/>"We've got another passenger, too...," Donovan said, glancing behind him, expecting Dean and Luana to be coming in about anytime now. "But this should be an easy trip, and then you guys can go home. Deal?"