By the time Donovan reached the room where the fox and drow had fled to, the little canine was leashed and being pulled - willingly or not - towards the floor's exit. For a moment, Donovan almost felt badly for the fox - what kind of master would a drow make, after all? It was said the drow knew nothing of 'love', and as such, their 'affection' for pets would be minimal, at most. Then again, it was possible that the fox didn't belong to the drow at all, but to someone else entirely. The drow could have been sent merely to retrieve the beast, stolen or kidnapped by the warlock for some nefarious purpose. It mattered little at the moment, a small yet interesting mystery that he knew he might never find the answer to.<br/><br/>But what he -did- know was that they had to depart the tower - immediately. If the drow had some means of transporting herself and the fox away by magic, she hadn't used it yet, which told him either she didn't - or Zozo had wards in place to prevent such a thing. Donovan's senses were telling him that the tower was mobilizing - from the ground up, seeking to corner the intruders efficiently, and with overwhelming force. No single warrior in the building could cause the three of them harm, most likely - but -dozens- could sure ruin their day before they would be overwhelmed by sheer weight of numbers.<br/><br/>Donovan thought for a moment as the drow strode confidently past him, tossing out a quip about the brothers' "work" in defeating the guards.<br/><br/>"The sewers," he said, his voice almost full of dread. "We had access to the sewers. They'll likely be securing the exits from the tower, no doubt waiting for us, and while we enjoy a challenge as much as anyone - if it can be easily avoided...," he trailed off, shrugging. "Not to mention, if Zozo herself is downstairs, that could make things -more- than interesting. But the sewers are unguarded. And, I can confirm...," he said, sighing. "It's only knee-deep."<br/>