Dean watched it all with a bland look of utter boredom. He’d probably have killed the creature, in truth: dogs that bit humans had to be put down. It was just that cut and dry and to a Shadow – a man who wasn’t a whole person – such logic made perfect sense. However, given that it was the drow dealing with it, he just stood there and waited impatiently. When she finally shouldered the animal and came walking by, he replied, “Spy and assassin, honey. Not a front-line anything.”<br/><br/>Then he turned and saw what awaited them on the other side of the door and swallowed. To his supernatural senses, magical traps were abnormally easy to spot and having just been filled with his Shadow Glory, he still bore the strength it lent him.<br/><br/>“Second,” he said, voice hard as he reached into a pouch and withdrew some black powder. He flung the powder out, into the hall, and the dust drew into patterns  - lines that stretched down the length of the next hall, ones that might be quite difficult to navigate.<br/><br/>“Looks like curses or attack wards to me,” Dean said wryly, looking over at the drow sorceress for confirmation. Dean was good at detecting and avoiding magical traps, not identifying the specific details – by the time he knew what was being thrown at him, it was usually too late.<br/><br/>Glancing over at Donovan, Dean gestured to a nearby wall – one facing the outside world, on the outer curve of the tower. “Why not just go straight through the wall? The fall wouldn’t be too bad. Plus, who breaks through walls? No one will be prepared. Not even us.” He smirked at that, but was happy to follow the other two in this.<br/>