Donovan headed down into the hold where the Elf had been with Dean and the general - where Donovan had secured the general, but now was walking about the ship, no doubt seeking her weapon as well as a way off of it. Like Aza, Donovan would be happy to explain to her that they would not be harmed - as long as they didn't start any trouble until they reached shore. There, they would be freed, as long as Dean and Donovan were not walking into some sort of trap set-up by their beloved Vizier.<br/><br/>As he approached the main hold, he could hear Methuseld's voice calling out...<br/><br/>"Did you see where the bastards put my sword?" Donovan smirked, knowing precisely which 'bastards' she was referring to. "Elf? Busty Elf? You there?"<br/><br/>Dean had mentioned the Elf had 'disappeared', but that didn't mean the wench wasn't sneakin' about under the cover of magic - or hadn't magically whisked herself away to get some 'friends' to come back and do who knew what to him, Dean, and the ship. And their two remaining hostages.<br/><br/>He turned a corner - and there she was - stripped out of her armor, wearing only the padding one might wear beneath plate. She looked... smaller, more vulnerable, even delicate... but he knew if he made mention of it, she might very well draw a filet knife from some hidden location and make a go at his genitals. What was with all the talk of severing genitals, anyway?<br/><br/>She looked up at him, a little surprised for a moment before she began spouting off about her sword. She rambled a bit, even offering her armor in exchange for the blade - even though she still wanted the armor BACK by the time they parted ways. She rambled on a bit more, until she expressed just how badly she wanted to be away from him and Dean, her stormy-gray eyes searching his for some sign that he had understood her words through the long rant, as accented as her voice was.<br/><br/>"Now wait a minute, I promised you that once we got to shore, you'd go free if-...," and then he paused, registering her words. "Wait a second... You're going to get as far<em>-away-</em>from the Spire as you can? I thought you wanted to go<em> -to- </em>the Spire as quickly as you could?" he asked, his eyes narrowed a bit as he looked at her.<br/><br/>"As for your sword... yes... I still have it. Yes, I can give it to you. But... I want something in exchange," he said, pausing for a moment, working up the courage to make his pitch. "I want you-...."<br/><br/>CRRRRRRRRRRREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKK.....<br/><br/>The wood flooring beneath them groaned, shifted, nearly knocking them to the floor, and began to -expand-....<br/><br/>"What the....," Donovan said, arms spread out to keep his balance, head whipping around as she saw the floor expanding, lengthening, widening, growing thicker and thinner at the same time. This... wasn't good. Who among them had the power to modify reality, bending it to their will? Aza was asleep, and Methuseld was standing here talking to him, and he to her, so it wasn't either of them. That left Dean... or the Elf girl run amok. Either way, they needed to get to Dean and rule him out as the cause of this - or confirm that it was indeed his doing.<br/><br/>"Come on!" he growled at the warrior-woman, and turned to head to the stairs leading up to the main deck.