Donovan listened to the drow refuse to consider the sewers - even if it would be the safest way out. Her insult of course rolled off of him like rainwater - if she HADN'T insulted him and his companion, then he would have been worried.<br/><br/>"Alright then, sounds like a straight-off exit it is, then," he said, knowing that they'd likely face stiff resistance trying to exit from the tower in the most direct and obvious route. Then Dean spoke up, especially after demonstrating that the hallways and floors would be trapped - alllll the way back down. Perhaps the alarm being raised activated them, or perhaps they had been there all along? Donovan wasn't sure, nor too worried about them at that point.<br/><br/>Dean suggested, then, perhaps going through the -walls-. Donovan looked doubtful, "I'd assume a warlock would have the outer shell of the tower protected against attacks, magical or otherwise," he said, then he raised a hand to scratch at his chin for a moment, "But... that would be to protect against attacks from -outside-, coming in. We're doing the reverse, of course..." He gave a slight nod to Dean before turning to the wall next to the three of them (and the subdued canine), and laid his hand flat across the stone.<br/><br/>"Here," he said, "This is the outer wall... perhaps a foot or so thick, I imagine... Stone, not reinforced by steel or anything harder... this should be doable," he said. Then he glanced to the drow.<br/><br/>"You can continue on, into the mouth of the tower's defenses, traps, and perhaps Zozo herself, if you'd like. I think Dean and I are going to make a 'new exit' from this place... you're welcome to join us," he offered as he sheathed his one sword, and handed the precious small box over to Dean to hold onto. Then, he turned his attention to the wall, laying both of his big hands flat against it. Closing his eyes, he focused for a moment. He knew this was going to drain a lot of his stamina, but it seemed a far safer bet than the alternatives.<br/><br/>Pulling his hands slowly back toward his chest, balling them into fists, he took a deep breath - and then his fists, side by side, launched toward the stone wall. The impact was thunderously loud, reverberating through the wall and even the floor beneath them. He repeated the gesture again... and again... working on a large crack in the stone that had appeared from the first blow. It widened, it lengthened, bits of rock and dirt crumbled from it - slowly at first, but subsequently blows widened the crack substantially.<br/><br/>After a dozen such blows, Donovan stopped, his knuckles bleeding and battered - but there was now a hole-crack before them just large enough for any of them to slide through. Donovan's head whipped to the side, as he heard the sound of clanking metal, the bark of commands... Zozo was apparently sending some men to investigate the origin of the sounds he had caused, and it sounded like a LOT more than just six men this time.<br/><br/>"Well, the escape hole is made," Donovan said, then he turned his eyes between Sae'Ka and Dean, "But I sure as hell don't know how to fly, and we're what... seventy feet up? Either of you have something to make the descent a little less... bump?" he asked.