As the three of them entered, Donovan was ready for the worst. If there was one place in all the building that would be the most heavily guarded, this would be it...<br/><br/>Or not.<br/><br/>Zozo's personal chambers were certainly lavish enough. Donovan glanced around quickly - first, for any sign of potential threat - but then to simply get a feel for the place where the most powerful warlock in the realm resided. A single candle sconce or one small decoration was worth more than that dozens of the locals could earn in a year, he wagered. Zozo lacked for nothing, by appearances, and as Donovan's eye caught sight of the warlock's bed, he did his best not to imagine all the hedonistic activities that she partook in on a regular basis.<br/><br/>Well, maybe just a little.<br/><br/>But then his eye caught sight of something -moving-, and as he focused on it, it appeared to be a dog of some kind. A guard-dog? A single animal left behind to defend and warn the occupants of the tower when trespassers came knocking? Donovan was just about to call out a warning to Sae'Ka when he saw the drow approach - and actually show affection to the animal, lowering herself down to one knee. Donovan had never seen a drow show affection to a creature 'beneath' it before, but he did not rule out that it was possible. Just not something he had ever witnessed with his own eyes before.<br/><br/>Seeing the drow occupied, his eyes scanned the area - and saw a small wooden box on a shelf not far away. Dean also found something of note - apparently a spellbook of some sort. Donovan nodded - if it was the Warlock's chief spellbook, it would be quite a blow to her to destroy it. But finding it left here on the table, unattended, in plain sight... something niggled at the back of Donovan's mind. Still, his legs moved and he made is way to the small wooden chest, and gently reached forth a gloved hand and slowly lifted the lid.<br/><br/>Inside were two gems, finely cut, each about the size of a walnut. One was black as night, dark and almost oppressive looking. The other was clear as glass, or nearly so - brilliant and smooth. Before anyone could call out any sort of warning to him, Donovan reached in and scooped out the two gems, turning to face Dean with a smile on his face.<br/><br/>Had it really been -that- easy?