The drow woman nearly floated up the stairs, making nary a sound as Dean followed as quickly as he could behind her. Donovan had a good idea it wasn't for practical reasons Dean followed the woman so closely, but because of the -view-. Donovan didn't blame Dean for being openly attracted to the beautiful dark-skinned beauty... on second thought, yes he -did- blame Dean for being -distracted- from the reason for their mission here. If his attentions were focused more on the drow woman's ass, breasts, and lips, then he'd be less likely to see incoming threats. With a sigh, Donovan followed behind Dean, not at all envious of Dean's position behind the drow female... at least not envious very -much-.<br/><br/>Donovan felt a deep curiosity ebbing from Dean - images more than words, really - concerning 'alterations' that he might make to his armor to... look more 'appealing' to those gazing upon him? Donovan shook his head as he easily kept pace. Dean's thoughts were sometimes ridiculous, and often they had one simply goal in mind. Sometimes that goal was food. Sometimes coin. Other times, it was the pursuit of autonomy, and sometimes it was the pursuit of getting laid. Dean's thoughts now, as far as Donovan could tell, were awash with ideas of the later.<br/><br/>Finally, after what fel like a lengthy climb, they reached the top of the stairs. The dark elf paused and called back over her shoulder to them about directions. Dean provided them, and Donovan - sweating slightly but otherwise not at all winded - waited quietly for the woman to lead the way as she had been so far. Donovan could make out the sounds of movement elsewhere in the surrounding area. Guards, perhaps - or something else, he was not sure.